This sunny weather is feeding a virtual torrential storm on social media – my face squinching in effort to think what media DOESN’T HAVE the fourth of July splattered SOMEHOW into the message today (and of course bookend days though more of intermittent showers).

News blasts: Governor closes beaches for the FOURTH; sales galore on the FOURTH; fireworks, (And car shows? How antique cars became part of this day I suppose is attributed to American nostalgia and hankering for gas guzzlers that look cool? Don’t get me wrong, I like a good machine); circuses, pop up vendors of food, more pop up vendors of food… or what poses as food but is delicious evilness.

Open your FB feed to the flood of “what I’m doing that is so fantastic on the fourth” Facebook submergence.  Photos of beaming faces, often in or near some sort of water or at least a checkered tablecloth… or at least holding some sort of sparkler or photo bombed by a stray condiment…

Easy to slip slide into the …. “F“ear “O“f “M“issing “O“ut phenom (that is more all american than supporting our president.)(job title not capped on purpose)

This FOMO sucks the joy out of your life and you (me too) need to stop.

Can you?  If you like wallowing in crap then wallow away, I don’t want to take your (negative reinforcement of toxic feelings) righteous yearnings away…

So those who scoff at the focus vs femo(crap), you are free to stop reading here.

Otherwise take your head outta your nether regions and focus on whatever goodness you’ve got right here and now.  With your self.  With your environs.

Me, I planned on fireworks and the whole fantastic community coming together madness partay that is what I absolutely love about basically almost any event hosted around here…

Yet my girlie needed some down time lone with Mama.  And me with her.

I’m joyful for those I love who are enjoying their thang… that is their focus and the sharing of their experience means I get to witness happiness.

But fomo?  No friggin way.  You’ve your sitch.  I’ve mine.  Focus.

And when I focus, all that comes to mind is “ahhhh”.   These moments with my lil one are going to change with the times of her growth, and whilst they will all have their beauty, the poignancy of past never fails to sting me.  So focus I do.  Soak it in.  Hold for future memory.  Trying to diminish that future missing this time with her.

Goodnight and feel the goodness of your own circumstances no matter the devilish temptation to not be satisfied.

Yours in focusing, (like being organized, being focused is a constant effort, don’t bs yourself into to classifying yourself as “not” just because it is WORK and comes easy to no one!)

Renée