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fomo // friday ramblings #4

Recently, one of my favorite YouTubers, Ingrid Nilson, did a video on ‘FOMO.’ FOMO stands for The Fear Of Missing Out. I can definitely relate to the fear of missing out, especially because I have a hard time saying ‘no’ sometimes, and when it comes to doing things or going places my friends or family are doing, I’m always worried that I’m going to regret not doing something.

That feeling like I’m going to be left out or miss out on something really fun is the worst. I think that there are two different kinds of different FOMO’s that I’ve experienced, but I’m sure I could think of other situations.

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The first kind of FOMO is the kind that comes with jealousy. If my friends or family gets to go somewhere, like an amusement park, for example, and I don’t get to go for whatever reason, and I’m jealous because I didn’t get to go that one time. Then I feel like the next time I do anything fun, I have to make a big deal out of it (or at least a bigger deal than it is), to my friends/family, so they know I didn’t feel left out or miss out on what they did, even when they weren’t trying to make me feel left out. I feel horrible and grouchy and mean when this happens. I feel grouchy and mean with anything “type” of FOMO, but especially this one.

The second is when I have the choice of whether to do something or not, and I don’t want to, but do because I have the fear of missing out. My cousins and I are really close (in relationship and age), and I’ve felt like I’m going to miss out dozens of times, when my sister decides to sleepover with them. I’m normally always invited along with my little sister, but sometimes I really don’t want to go. I just know that my cousins and sister are going to have a lot of fun, and I don’t want to be left out. I have to decide if I want to push through it, or not go and be okay with it. That’s a really tough decision, but in the end, in this situation, I know I am going to miss out and I should push through.

The dread that I feel when I feel like I’m missing out is just awful. But I have to realize that I’m going to do really fun, awesome things in the future, and I have in the past. And my friends and/or family are going to fun things, and sometimes we’ll do them together and sometimes seperate. But that doesn’t mean either one of us is left out or missing out.

Do any of you have FOMO? Are there any other types of situations you’ve been in with it?

Emily

everything under the sun! // friday ramblings #3

BOO! Hey guys! I always feel like I start a blog post the exact same way. You got any creative ways to start the blog other than “Hi, everyone!” or “Hey, guys!” or “Today… blah, blah, blah”? I’d really like to hear them! 😉

emily

Today I thought I’d do a Friday Ramblings a little differently. I’m just going to be talking about some cool stuff that’s been happening to me lately. There’s a few exciting things coming up/have happened, and I wanted to share my ecstatic sillies over them with you! Also, I visited Daisy at A Bookish Flower today, and she sent me some questions to answer. It was a lot of fun to do, so today you’ve got 2 more personal posts about me! 😀

1) Rachel Coker’s Dream Factory Workshop! (!!!!!!!!!) Rachel Coker is THE BEST author. Ever. Don’t you argue with me. (Unless Heather Vogel Frederick is your favorite author. Then I digress.) I started writing lessons with her about a year and a half ago, and look forward to every assignment I get, or any critiques she has for me. I AM FLIPPING OUT. I seriously cannot wait! Of course lots of pictures and blog posts are in order as soon as I get back. (By the way, learn more about the workshop here.)

2) Valentine’s Day! Of course you knew Valentine’s Day is coming up (that is, I assume you do!), but I’m doing something pretty cool on V-Day! Since I was 10 or 11, I’ve been wanting to sign up as a ‘junior docent’ at a historical 1850’s circa home near where I live. I get to dress up in the period costumes and give tours of the home. (WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO DO THAT?! BONUS, this counts as community volunteering and looks good on college applications. Hehehe…) Anyway, my mom and I finally visited the home and got some info, and on Saturday I’ll be going to the house to make 1850’s valentines with the other junior docents. (Whom I’ve yet to meet… the lady said that some of them are home-schoolers as well, so that’s pretty neat, too!)

3) A sheep heart dissection. I was debating whether or not to include this in the list of ‘exciting’ things or not, but maybe you’re interested…? I did it today, and it was… not bad. In the fourth grade, I dissected a dog shark and I got pretty into it after a few minutes of getting used to the smell. Today, it was… alright. I mean, it was pretty cool. We dissected the lungs, trachea, and heart, and we could see through the trachea (where the air goes through into the lungs) and the arteries and everything in the sheep’s heart. I was thinking “WOW, these things work pretty hard… my heart’s working right now!” (I hope my heart will always work… until I’m 80, 90-some years old and I die peacefully in my sleep and there’s a memorial for me and my books and my talented children! Lol!)

Well… that’s pretty much it over here, but be sure to stop by at Daisy’s blog, and read the answers to the questions she sent me! It was really fun to do, I’ll have to have her over sometime at For the Bookish!

Happy early Valentine’s Day, everyone!

Emily

why i write // friday ramblings #2

Why do I write? It’s something I’ve thought about a lot before. Surprisingly enough, I tend to think up some seriously deep things 90% of the time, so it doesn’t shock me that I know why I write and could tell you right off the top of my head, like I rehearsed it knowing you would ask or something.

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You’re probably expecting something really deep and rich with emotion and meaning and all that, but I write simply because I love it. I was born with the God-given ability and ache to write. I need to write, or else I’d probably go insane in the head. (Hehehe. Because I’m so not insane already… ahem.)

Yes, I write to speak the truth, to be able to say what I’m too chicken to say aloud. I write to get my emotions on paper when I can’t get them in words. I write so that one day other people will be able to relate to my experiences and stories, and be touched by what I have to say. I write to do all those things, but through it all, I wouldn’t write if I didn’t love it.

I love the fact that I absolutely know who I am, and who I want to be, and what I want to do. I love the fact that there’s no limit to when or how or how old I am to be able to write. I love the fact when people ask me what I want to be when I grow up, I always answer, “I want to be a published author someday.” I’m already living out my fantasy. (Well, if you don’t count the fact that I have to learn Latin. Blech.) I’m already an author. And I don’t have to ‘grow-up,’ or be an adult before I can become a published author.

I love to write. And that’s all there is to it.

xx, Emily

 

something to say // friday ramblings

Hi guys! Welcome to a new segment I’m starting called Friday Ramblings. On Fridays, I’ll talk about anything – anything and everything that’s on my mind. I’d love to hear your thoughts on Friday Ramblings, as well! Be sure to drop me a comment. xx 

emily

I’m always talking. Always. Sometimes I talk out loud, and sometimes I talk to myself, and sometimes I talk to my imaginary friends who tell me all about their world and life and I write their stories down. I always have something to say, in my head, at least.

But every time I sit down, be it at the computer or journal or whatnot, it seems I have nothing to say. My mind goes completely blank. The cursor or blank page stares at me, and I can’t thing of a darned thing. Why is that? I have plenty to say. I know for a fact that my mind never stops working; the wheels never stop turning in my little brain.

Does this ever happen to you? I tried doing some research on why our little minds go blank, but everything came to social anxiety or standing in front of crowds. Which, let me assure you, I have neither. So why, oh why, can I NEVER thing of a single meaningful word to say when I want and/or need to? 

Maybe it’s because I’m intimidated by what everyone else has to say. I’m surrounded by brilliant people. My parents and sister, friends, blogs I follow. Everyone has something important to say. 

Maybe it’s because what I do have to say doesn’t seem important to me. What is deemed as important, anyway?

I think everyone has something important to say, whether they say it or not. But no one will know what it is you have to say until you say it.

xx, Emily