Let’s discuss said
f**king ridiculous slightly silly situation. I was tapping away at my emails when a PR messaged inviting me to a really lovely event with a brand that I love and an overnight stay in a beautiful London hotel. I then went on to receive a message asking me about a press trip (that started two days after getting the email, lols for the blogging world being late AF) that actually sounded really fun but I had to turn them down.
Oh so that’s why you had fomo, sitting in your PJ’s watching Harry Potter whilst everyone else is having all the LOLs is quite depressing, I totally get it…
But here’s the bloody thing, I won’t be in my PJ’s having the worst time of my life, I’ll be in bloody Ibiza on a trip of my own, in a beautiful new place to explore, eating everything that I can get my hands on (yeah you better believe that I go all inclusive [insert sassy/pig emoji here].
So why, why did I feel like I was missing out so much even though I’d be having an amazing time myself, on a beautiful island, with my best friend/fiance?
The answer to that question is simply – and really unhelpfully – I have no frickin idea. But what I do have however, is some tips and tricks to hopefully help you to not suffer with the fear of missing out as much as I do, because I know I am most definitely not alone in this. And whilst I haven’t by any means conquered fomo, I’m so much better at dealing with it.
Said tips and tricks/life advice/verbal diarrhoea that I hope will be vaguely helpful…
I know it sounds like common sense – pretty sure Einstein’s not worrying that I’ll take his intelligence crown – but is what you’re missing out on really that important or exciting. So many times I’ll have to turn down blogging events because I’m too busy (or simply just didnt get invited to them) and I always have those “Ahh jesus, better stay off twitter because my self esteem/fomo levels are gonna be down on the floor” feels, but really, would I actually rather be there, or would I rather stay at home, be productive and get work done topped off with a dose of Prison Break and Hot chocolate? More often than not I’d actually rather just be at home with Dan and my family chilling but it’s the thought of missing out, rather than the actual missing out itself that bothers me.
I’ll never forget when I tweeted that I was having one of those hormonal “omg my blog’s so rubbish compared to so and so, and should I just give up I’m totally useless” days – with a jar of nutella in tow because, obvs – and I received 5 messages from (the biggest babes and) fellow bloggers saying that that was how they felt looking at my blog (I mean, my Mum probs paid them to say it, but still) and I’ll never forget how a) absolutely amazing it made me feel and b) the realisation that there is always somebody that looks up to you and wants to be doing what you are doing. So always remember that, because it’s actually really heartwarming. Almost like a hug from Hagrid or something…
This is probably my favourite and most “me” point. As much as I totally get how you’re feeling and believe me, I feel it every single day; we do need to get perspective and realise that there’s much more going on in the world which is so much more important and really, not going to that jazzy event and fearing missing out is a little bit silly isn’t it. Basically, that’s my subtle way of saying, we’re being dicks!
Lols, love ya really, please don’t abandon my blog [insert cry laughter/”no but seriously I love you” emoji here]