Dear FOMO

Dear FOMO,

Fear of missing out does make me miss out, miss out on taking care of myself. The pressure you give me to say yes even when I know I should say no is too much. It’s overwhelming. I have a new fear, fear of pushing myself so far I’ll be lying on the floor unable to get up and do any good or be any good. I’m giving myself permission, permission to miss out to avoid being worn out. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. Sometimes I’ll say no to good things and good people, but I’m only human after all, not the energizer bunny. And God designed humans to rest. He himself rested on the seventh day. Do I have more resources to give than the God of the Universe? Definitely not. So I choose to stop living as I do. I still want to give and be there for others, but I want to give my best self, not a drained fragment of myself. So FOMO, it’s time to go. I don’t want to miss out. I don’t want to miss out on the full life God is calling me to embrace.

Love,

Jen