FOMO

Just sitting here on the last Saturday night of July doing nothing.  Me in my studio and Mike in his man cave.  It’s a lovely evening to be outside. But we’re not.   It’s been an active week for sure.  We’ve done all sorts of things and could use a respite,  but for some reason it feels like we should be somewhere else.  But alas….we are at home.  Not that that’s a bad place to be.  We are blessed.  Home is great.  But you know that feeling when you just want to be somewhere else, doing something else, with your favorite people?  Like maybe on a sailboat in the BVI’s (not that I’ve ever been there) but I’ve heard tell. Or an African safari.  Or on a gondola in Venice.  Or staring up at the sparkling lights on the Eiffel Tower.  Or in London with your wee girlee (I was just there but it has wet my appetite).  How about a family meal at one of those long tables that go on forever, with twinkle lights, in Tuscany, your bare feet caressing the grass under the table, the wine is flowing as well as the food and laughter, into the wee hours of the morning.  Once again, never been, but I watch movies and read books. Or sitting out on a rooftop patio, gazing at all the white stucco huts with blue dome roofs, matching the azure water below that seems to go on forever.  Where am I?  Everything seems so clean and simple and luscious.  

From my studio window I can see the tops of the 40ft high aspens swaying in the subtle wind and see the blue, blue sky.  My studio is my haven.  My safe place.  The place where all the creativity happens and all the ideas come to birth.  Shall we say, my comfort zone.  An understatement.  But here I sit on the last Saturday night of July, dreaming of other places.  We shouldn’t spend our lives wishing we were somewhere else.  Especially when there is nothing wrong with where you are. Maybe I’m having a wee bit of FOMO this evening.   Fear of missing out.  I haven’t missed out on anything.  My life is rich and blessed.  The things I have missed out on are probably things I’m glad I missed out on.  Very often we are looking for tangible things to thank God for when in fact, I think there are probably lots of things He prevented from happening that we should be grateful for. Of course, we will never know what those things were because they didn’t happen and I, for one, am grateful. 

So I will  sit here-  in my studio –  on the last Saturday night in July and dream my dreams of glamorous places and going ons and be grateful that I even can dream.  That my reality allows me to dream.  That I don’t have perplexities that are taking all of my focus.   Well I do have some perplexities, but I am shelving those on this last Saturday evening in July, to live in this moment and dream.  Grateful that these are my frivolous dreams.