FOMO – Fear of Missing out (Or past-tense: FIMO – Fuck, I missed out). You’ve heard it before, but this shit is real. Last week I was sick–then spent a three-day weekend in Vermont.
No big deal, right?
Missed a couple workouts. Right?
I felt weird all weekend and I didn’t know why. I missed the tribe. I missed Capozzi’s solo-show! But then this morning came and all was right. I got to scream my face off in front of 7000 of you beautiful humans outside the stadium. We made dick jokes AND regular jokes. It was awesome. I felt like I was back. Did you miss out on this morning? Damn. I feel ya.
The point I’m trying to make here is this: missing out sucks. We all suffer from it. It happens to the best of us. Whether it’s job, or family, or SO, or Tinder, we all miss out from time to time. Well don’t worry. I’ve figured out a solution to all our FOMO/FIMO problems. Ready?!? Don’t blink or you’ll miss it. Here it is…
Don’t miss out.
Just show up.
Never leave. Don’t go anywhere ever again. Show up to every single workout, cause you never know what’s going to happen!!
Ok. That was a little cultish. Maybe miss out sometimes?! Maybe go light up the world somewhere else for a little bit?! Whatever you do, make sure it’s pretty awesome, cause November Project Boston will always be the best place to be MWF at 630AM. And even if you’re on stage with Justin Timberlake, or hanging out with the Obamas, or win the lottery, or simultaneously get a back massage from Gisele while drinkin beer with Tom Brady you’re probably missing out on something hilariously-exciting-and-awesomely-weird thing we’re cookin up here at NP.
I have insider information that both Friday and Monday will be fahking awesome. They’ll be on the house and off the hizzle, and you DEFINITELY don’t want to have to type FIMO into your Facebook post. #PRHills on Friday. ??? amazing fun times on Monday. If you’re gonna miss one, you can borrow the social-media-free bunker I built. See you Friday.