So it’s somehow June already. Not sure I’m quite happy with being half way through the year already, it comes around so quickly doesn’t it? I think May is one of my favourite months. I love the moment when it rains after a few days of sun and suddenly everything is green and luscious. I even noticed it in London this year, the area where I live burst into life seemingly overnight. This May was filled with a few short trips and trying to spend as much time outside enjoying the sunshine as possible.
For the bank holiday weekend I took a trip with one of my favourite people to Newquay in Cornwall. We were lucky with the weather, so it was relaxed few days of walking along the coastline and enjoying some much needed sunshine. As is the case with most trips I take, we spent most of our time eating, talking about food and admiring the view.
The fear of missing out – or FOMO – is so much more that just a vaguely annoying cutesy acronym. It’s a real thing, and it thrives on on our social media saturated, more-is-more lifestyle. It’s the feeling you get when you see someone living their (seemingly) perfect Instagram life and posting about it on the daily. It’s the jealousy you feel when you think that your friends are having fun without you. It’s the dread that your life will never be good enough unless you can just manage to get the perfect body/job/partner/house/designer item. And it’s the creeping doubt that fills your mind on a casual Friday night when you wonder if you should be out there living life instead of drinking gin in bed while watching Grey’s Anatomy (although if that’s not living life, I frankly don’t know what is).
At least, that’s what fomo feels like for me.