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FOMO – Fear of Missing Out

We are plagued with a new stress-virus called FOMO: Fear of Missing Out.

We are plagued with a new stress-virus called FOMO: Fear of Missing Out.

Guest Post by DiAnn Mills. For more of her amazing wisdom, go to diann@diannmills.com

We are plagued with a new stress-virus called FOMO: Fear of Missing Out. The biggest symptom is an addiction to our cell phones. Our devices take precedence over everything in our lives—mental, physical, professional, and spiritual. They have become an appendage, and we can be sick without them.

We wake up each morning and check our phones for what happened on all our social media platforms while we slept. We can’t breathe or eat without our phones. We cut our showers short. A walk to the mailbox can’t happen unless our hands are wrapped around our phones. A catastrophe occurs if we leave home without our device. If we wake in the middle of the night, we look to make sure we’re aware of the latest, no matter how trivial, and we must be INCLUDED.

FOMO plagues us with the thought of someone having more fun, saw a better movie, bought the best-looking outfit, had a fabulous meal out, bought a more expensive house, sported new shoes, drove a fantastic car, earned a pay raise, and the list goes on and on. No wonder FOMO drives people to professional counseling.

Death by FOMO means basing our confidence on what our friends and colleagues are doing WITHOUT US. Oh my! He/she has more likes, comments, or downloads than me! Yes. FOMO is a horrible virus. Some medical authorities refer to this condition as a social-anxiety disorder.

  • Do any of us remember life before mobile phones?

  • What did we do with our time?

  • Our hands?

  • Did we even use our thumbs?

If we find ourselves caught in the stress of FOMO, what steps can we take to heal?

  1. Choose joy in what we have instead of what we don’t have. A friend suggested embracing JOMO—Joy of Missing Out.

  2. Understand our self-worth is not how many followers, links, likes, social events, etc. Our self-worth is based on who we are in Christ. He’s the only link we need.

  3. Focus on gratitude. We may choose a specific time during the day to concentrate on our blessings. This could be a mental or journaling activity. We want to tell others we appreciate them.

  4. Consult with a trusted friend, family member, or professional counselor to help you separate from FOMO.

  5. Study this article for additional insight: The Stress of Social Comparisons.

  6. Pray for wisdom, healing, and restoration.

Our cell phones linked to social media platforms are a technological advantage for all of us to stay informed, educated, and in communication with family, friends, and colleagues. But our devices shouldn’t rule our lives.

Do you have advice for those suffering from FOMO?

Meet DiAnn Mills

DiAnn Mills is a bestselling author who believes her readers should expect an adventure. Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists; won two Christy Awards; the Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and Carol award contests. She says, “We’ve all been given gifts and talents to further the kingdom of God. Don’t let them go to waste. Develop your skills and reach out to grasp that which God has purposed for you.”

National Ice Cream Day

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OH! My! This is the 17th! With that exclamation, Larry grabbed his keys and roared out the driveway. The closest Graeter’s Ice Cream shop beckoned.

National Ice Cream Day, first decreed in 1984 by President Ronald Reagan, waits just around the corner on Sunday, July 18. So, in honor of the holiday, allow me to elaborate on a personal newly created ice cream tradition.

When I turned 70 this past September 17th, we determined to celebrate on the 17th of each month throughout the year with ice cream from Graeter’s Ice Cream Flavor of the Month. (Why this Cincinnati institution even publishes a calendar featuring the monthly delicacy!) Not once have we been disappointed. This amazingly rich, creamy smorgasbord has offered:

October: Pumpkin

November: Cinnamon

December: Peppermint

January: Chocolate Coconut Almond Chocolate Chip

February: Cherry Chocolate Chip

March: Mint Cookies & Cream

April: Strawberry Chocolate Chip

May: Orange & Cream

June: Peach

And on the 17th in the months ahead, he and I still to look forward to:

July: Strawberry Sorbet

August: Key Lime Pie

September: Elena’s Blueberry Pie

Two questions: 1). Do I have a favorite? Hands down, peach. 2). How long will our new tradition continue? Well, I certainly hope it is here to stay. After all, life is worth celebrating!

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When is your birthday? Perhaps a monthly reminder of the gift of life is worth an ice cream cone.

And, here is another idea: look for a nearby ice cream shop and enjoy a summer outing with a friend to commemorate National Ice Cream Day.

Our Storm at Sea

The look on Larry’s face confirmed our desperate plight.

The look on Larry’s face confirmed our desperate plight.

The look on Larry’s face confirmed our desperate plight. He exerted all of his human strength to steer the boat upright and to keep us alive. He cried out, “Oh Lord, SAVE US, PLEASE, SAVE US!”

And it all happened so quickly.

Our family enjoys sailing, and three members possess their International Sailing License. To be honest, for me, sailing represents glorified camping on the water. But as a team player, my need for inclusion motivates me to participate.

We spent several years praying over and planning for our customized adventure to spend a week together on a sailboat. Finally, the dream was realized, and we set out. Budapest, our home, was within driving distance to Croatia with its rugged coastline along the Adriatic Sea. The breathtaking topography with a thousand islands jutting up from the deep azure-colored water awaited us.

The initial days aboard seemed idyllic. As we approached mid-week, our group basked in the joy of ongoing outdoor togetherness. This particular afternoon, the weather was spectacular. Calm seas, light wind, warm sunshine; I even enjoyed a turn steering at the helm, and admitted, this portrayed family time at its best.

Suddenly, without warning, three independent storms converged in an uncharacteristic fashion and created the perfect storm. Black, eerie darkness descended, and we instantly became the victims of a phenomenon at sea that no meteorologist could have predicted.

In the blink of an eye, our lives were in grave and serious danger. Being 10 nautical miles out, we lost hope of finding shelter. Gale force winds, 60-75 miles an hour, threatened to crash us into one of the rocky islands. The howling wind swirled in a 360-degree motion; vicious waves soared 16 feet high; visibility was reduced to 50 feet. Lightning danced all around our craft, and our overwhelming feeling was one of utter helplessness.

The look on Larry’s face confirmed our desperate plight. He exerted all of his strength to steer the boat upright and to keep us alive. He cried out, “Oh Lord, SAVE US, PLEASE, SAVE US!”

This boat contained the six people that I held most dear; apart from a miracle, we faced certain death at sea. The sense of isolation gripped us, and with each merciless wave, we braced for capsizing. Struggling to control her panic, my daughter verbalized what each of us felt, “I am doing everything I can not to cry.”

Never before or since have I lived through such an ongoing and extended period of dramatic threat to my life. I felt on the brink of eternity and wondered which monstrous wave would be the one to take me to Heaven.

It’s odd the details one remembers from a crisis.

I remember the consuming darkness.

I remember the ongoing struggle of wrestling with the sheer panic.

I remember the mental tenacity required to focus.

I remember the horrific sound of the glasses crashing together inside the cabinets.

And … I remember the life jackets were stowed in a completely inaccessible place.

Another detail – I remember feeling compelled to sing. Yet, somewhere in my list of hymns, a spokesperson for the group asked for my singing to cease. The seriousness of the situation mandated silence.

And then … I remember…without announcement, an unsuspecting sliver of light broke through the ink-black darkness. Oh, the glorious, blessed effect of God’s gift of light! With this tiny break in the clouds, a ray of hope emerged that we actually might survive. Though danger still taunted us, we at least sensed the storm beginning to subside.

As the wind and lightning diminished, Larry navigated the boat into a protected cove. Once anchored, we breathed a collective sigh of relief and waited out the rest of the storm. Our lives stood on the brink of destruction, but God spared us.

With trembling bodies and frayed emotions, we finally ventured from our protected cove, and we slowly sailed to a marina where we docked and set about putting our lives back together. The aftershock was extreme. We shivered, though bundled in blankets. We stared wide-eyed awake, though exhausted. Individual reflections from each of the six of us made it abundantly clear that the storm’s impact on us would last long past the crisis itself.

Later, the news bulletin classified this as the worst storm in 25 years, with the epicenter being at our exact location. Reports confirmed that eight boats sustained hull damage, three suffered broken masts, and three actually sank. We felt fortunate to have survived without tragedy.

Our storm at sea left me with a sobering life principle:

In the face of a storm, there is no time for preparation.

Preparation must precede the need.

Larry called upon every ounce of his strength, training, and skill to handle the boat in this storm. Not a nanosecond existed to grab the manual and read the instructions.

Equally, storms of life—headaches, and heartaches—inevitably crash upon us and show no respect for timing. They leave no time for preparation. I now live with a conviction:

Readiness comes from living a life of leaning on The Lord.

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“Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and He brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and He guided them to their desired haven” (Psalm 107: 28-31).

What details describe your most recent life storm? How were you prepared for what occurred?