This is not the post I intended to write.
When I mapped out my evening during my commute home from work, I had big plans.
- Finish writing a long over due post
- Shoot out a couple important emails
- Write a review of the Mad Men series finale
- Schedule some tweets for tomorrow
- Edit a podcast
I didn’t do any of those things. Not. One. Single. Thing.
I wrote this post instead. And played three games of Yahtzee with my wife. And went on a beautiful evening walk after a thunderstorm.
And I regret none of it.
I suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out), it’s a real thing and crippling at times. But even though my to-do list continues to grow, I can feel the typical sense of anxiety fade away. I’m embracing the NOW.
My wife is pregnant with our first child. Any hour can be our final hour of just the two of us. So why should I worry about my ever growing to-do list?
I am not the center of the world. If I don’t write that post, the world will go on. If I don’t schedule that tweet, the internet will be just fine. The people who need me most are those closest to me. My focus should be on them.
Every day is an opportunity to advance towards your dream. But at what cost?
So if you don’t mind, I’m going to go cuddle my wife on the couch. It might just be the last bit of peace we share in a long time, and I don’t want to miss out…