FOMO (Fear of Missing Out)

What? Covid? After avoiding it for 4 years?

What’s wrong with that picture I ask??

It’s bad enough that I have symptoms, but more importantly-

I’m missing all the action.

Not just good action- bad action, too.

Having to let Scott take care of my favorite granddaughters while I stay home

Missing out on James and his giant peach and

Not hearing the warbling of a cast of creatures in huge ensemble!

And then there’s Park in pain from a giant tree

I am not too sick, I exclaim, to not be helping out

Maybe cleaning a dish here, hanging a picture over there,

Moving a chair across the room.

But here I sit at home, without a project

Without responsibility, lacking purpose

Not a good plan for my normal me.

And I am not that sick- not really.

I could be cooking, cheering at the play, washing some clothes

For somebody in need of cooking cheering or washing.

I could be playing music for someone who likes to sing,

Or scratching someone’s itchy back.

But I don’t have any broken bones; I don’t have to mend for months.

I don’t have to wear a brace that limits my movement. I am free.

I will revel in my relative health. I will marvel at being 73ish.

There will always be something I’m not at- something I miss

So no whining!! Life is a joy to behold.

THERE WILL BE NO FOMO!

I WILL LIVE WHERE I LAND!

HAPPY MOMENT!

HAPPY LIFE!

(nice poem or something)