After years of freelancing in entertainment I developed an almost-cancerous form of FOMO that threatened to consume all of my free time in an explosive deflagration of debauchery and consumption. It wasn’t until I stopped attending EVERY SINGLE EVENT I could manage — sometimes extending to three or four different parties per night, several nights a week — that I realized my brain was really messing me up, and blowing things out of proportion.
An important aspect of managing FOMO is managing one’s expectations when going out. I’ve realized now that very few nights are truly life-changing, and those that are are never the ones you expect to be.
The next time you feel guilty or antsy about missing something, don’t sweat it. If it were truly important you’d have done everything in your power to be there.
Nicely written Ortal.
