Real eyes

I recently realized that I don't fear death. I'm okay with it. I just don't want to miss out on all the cool stuff that happens every day. The next Atlanta, Goliath or Newsroom (FAVORITE TV SHOW EVAR bc of the dialog alone), etc. I don't want to miss the next Marvel, Star Wars, or Benedict Cumberbatch movie. I don't want to miss out on the next song that makes my heart burst. I don't want to miss out on the next book that blows my mind (though I can't remember the last time one did). I don't want to miss a single beautiful sight or funny animal antic. The next gigantic innovation. I certainly don't want to leave my furbabies without a home or my husband and friends devestated in the way some of the losses in my life have left me. But I will be gone so I guess I won't know what I'm missing. I just realized there is a silver lining. *shrug*

I realized I don't really have FOMO. I like seeing pictures of my friends having fun together and I'm not upset I'm missing out. Usually. The one place I DO have FOMO is on the radio. I am always scanning through my presets looking for that perfect song and even when I find one I like, I'm afraid I'm missing a better one! And oh...the disappointment when I do. I have to clutch my apron and twist my hands. OH THE HUMANITY. It's silly. I know. But I'm nothing if not silly.

Hearing all the negativity surrounding them, I realized I really like selfies. A lot. I love to see people's beautiful faces. Keep 'em coming I say! Just without the duck lips and chicken wangs. Though it's hard to get chicken wangs in selfies. That's a non-selfie pose that makes me stabbity. What?

I realize I'm procrastinating. Been doing that a lot lately. You know, when I get around to it.