How the pandemic ended my FOMO

I was thinking about something bizarre today.

I am, of course, much less free than a couple of weeks ago. I can’t even walk two streets without breaking the law.

At the same time, though, some of my bad mental habits seem to be improving thanks to the lockdown.

One good example? My eternal introvert guilt of not being out doing fun things.

I’m at home, reading, and for the first time in… years? Ever? I don’t feel guilty of not being with friends, or outdoors, or going to a museum.

Friends are at home. Museums are closed. Outdoors is not an option if you don’t have a garden.

I don’t feel jealous about other people’s fabulous lives, either. You take a look on Instagram, and everybody is the same: stuck at home.

Some have better homes than others, of course. But there are no more digital nomads bragging about working from a beach in Thailand.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not happy that everybody is locked down. What I’m saying is that this is good for my natural tendency to envy the greener grass everybody else has.

I’m scared, but at the same time, this global quietness is… relaxing.

Life has become very simple, and that simplicity is liberating.

When you are stripped off options, you either learn to be satisfied with your present, or you become insane.

I’m learning that being at home, healthy, fed, and secure, surrounded by those I love, is already pretty awesome.

And more than enough to be happy.

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