So I’m sitting here at the end of a three day weekend, trying to get myself caught up on unpacking after two and a half days out at camp, cleaning, getting myself prepped for my work week, and analyzing the ‘to do’ list I had set for the weekend and seeing where I’m standing.
Honestly, from that perspective, I didn’t do so good.
My plan for the second weekend in a row was to get some more work done on the writing I had started, try to log at least one decent (to my point of view anyhow) post, get all of my laundry done and my place cleaned up and aired out after being locked up for the last few days. I did none of that. What did I get done? I went out to camp. I ate well and had a few beverages. I spent some quality time with the man. I spent some quality time with the mutt. I visited and socialized.
So that’s what brings me here, on this absolutely gorgeous (almost 30 degree Celsius again!) day, sitting inside, having to really force myself to get caught up on just unpacking and cleaning the essentials – and writing yet another quick, haphazardly put together blog post for your reading pleasure. It’s a tad frustrating, I will admit, but looking back at the last few days I regret nothing. We all need a to do list and goals to accomplish, and yes we have to work on achieving our goals, but sometimes living better means tossing those lists away for a few, so we can appreciate what’s going on around us and to seize those moments and opportunities that come our way. Which brings me to another point…
By now I assume everyone knows what “FOMO” means… fear of missing out. People use it to explain why they are so fixated on their screens and devices, poring through and liking other’s photos from their highlight reels. But what the hell are you missing out on staring at moments that have occurred in the past, documented on another’s facebook wall? For me FOMO is what I experience when I’m glued to my screen or one of my multiple I-devices and realize that the world is going on around me and I am missing out on the good times I could be having, and the conversations I am missing out on. Society, you have it backwards!
Fear of missing out. When you’re browsing through other people’s memories, again, they’ve already happened and are in the past; what are you missing out on? When you’re looking at pics from an event you weren’t invited to, what are you missing out on? Honestly, you’ve already missed it. And sometimes, people are going to do things without you. It’s a fact of life. You need to get over it. I’ve seen many photos of my friends together at events I didn’t attend. Adversely, they’ve seen many photos of mine and events I have attended with others in which they were not in attendance. You might take pride in being the first person to like your friend’s latest awesome, witty status update – but you can always catch up later with a bit of extra scrolling. What IS happening when you’re busy catching up on everyone else’s weekend while yours is still going on? You’re missing out on the things you could be doing and ignoring the people in front of you. While you’re busy feeling obligated to ‘like’ and comment on that (usually) yellow filtered pouty bathroom selfie because a close friend posted it (and FYI ladies, yellow is the colour of jaundice, liver issues/hepatitis – if tan is what you had in mind, brown is the colour you’re really looking for), you’re missing out on opportunities to create your own memories that you could then be sharing instead.
So due to a brand new, ‘unfortunately‘ placed cell tower which has effectively knocked out the competitors (aka, my provider’s) service near the cabin, this weekend was yet another weekend in which I had a forced absence from all things electronic, and instead of panicking because I was ‘missing out’ (and having to put my to-do list aside), I managed to indulge in all of the things that my dependence on my electronics would otherwise have had me missing out on. Did I miss out on 400+ facebook friends status updates and pics? Yes. Did I miss out on some likely epic status updates? Probably. Did I miss out on liking the latest artsy or fashion forward Instagram posts on my feed? Likely. Did I miss out on the ‘Look at me, I’m at a party’ pic that many of my friends would have liked and interacted on at the same time Saturday evening? Maybe. But is that to say I was actually missing out? Did my life stop because I didn’t have a phone beeping, reminding me of the latest update? Was my weekend made any less because of this? Of greater importance, do I even care? If ‘missing out’ meant I was stuck having to enjoy and appreciate the places I went, with the humans (and 4 legged creatures) around me, and enjoying the sights, smells and sounds all around me (and having to ‘like’ others posts a day or two later than when they originally posted them), then obviously our definition of ‘missing out’ requires some reinterpretation.
So, with that in mind, and since I have been too out of touch or occupied to come up with anything further, until I get a nice chunk of uninterrupted time – in service range! – instead of some prolonged post to read through, here are just a few photos of what I have been up to during my radio silence. This post is meant to be a reminder mostly to myself, but hopefully some benefit to others – when it is reasonable to do so put away your to do lists, step away from your structured schedule, put the device down, close the laptop lid, forget about what others are doing, and stop missing out on your own life!
(Did do some socializing as well, but since I never got permission to post anyone else’s pic, you’ll have to settle for just me, and my sweetie from afar)