Mojo Jojo’s Alter Ego

My less than 24 hour home, Cyris.

In the middle of the woods, unplugged, and wifi-free. Yeap, you read that right. Not free wifi, there’s nada. Cellular service wasn’t too great either. But trust me it’s not as bad as it sounds, even if I may have slightly exhausted the data on the drive I made for this overnight trip (Sorry Mi and Di!).

To be completely honest, I didn’t know what to expect… What if I attract wild animals? Creeps? What if I get murdered? Or what if there are “mumos” lurking around? I totally blame my coworkers’ stamp of approval towards The Haunting of Hill House that’s now on Netflix. And yet driving away from civilization couldn’t have come at a better time. This wasn’t some scarefest or a dare I had to own up to. It’s simply to get acquainted with JOMO, The Joy of Missing Out. Hence, the title of today’s blog. Holla at some of my 90’s kids out there and fellow Power Puff Girls fans!

The earliest indication I found on JOMO dated back in 2013 but lately, more people have taken time out of their hands to shape this expression up a bit. So, I took the liberty of looking up the meaning of JOMO for you. Here ya go, click me! In case you’re wondering, in a PPG fanatic kind of way, FOMO is your present-day Mojo Jojo. ;) You’re welcome.

In the past few years, I’ve always felt like I was part of a race. I was always trying to catch up to things based on what my peers are doing with their lives; what others expect of me comes with that too. Of course, a lot of my aspirations stemmed from those. But somehow even when these plans seemed perfect, they weren’t necessarily for me. God knows in the year 2018, big transitions happen for this little miss stubborn pants. Major shifts gave way for the realizations that I needed to finally say yes to myself. That it is okay to be selfish sometimes.

This could’ve been last year or so, a friend of mine told me about a cabin she booked from Getaway. It was something that I’ve always wanted to try, but never would have thought I’d book a cabin in the middle of the woods (Thank you, Student Program)… Much less do it on my own.

Each cabin gets named after the grandparents of the staff. Plus points for sentimentality.
I have no words waking up among the trees. None.

You owe it to yourself to do the things that make you happy from time to time. Did me good because I came home with much more appreciation with what I already have. It doesn’t have to be in the middle of nowhere. It could easily be in the current space you’re in. Take a break from the hustle and bustle. It’s the only way to stop and smell the roses.

In all rawness — ruth.

P.S. I couldn’t be happier about the playlist I’ve created for this trip. So many underrated songs. Ugh.

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