Replace FOMO With JOMO- A Simple Trick To A Better You
I did something this weekend so outrageous that I am still in shock about it. I think it’s legal. Not sure. It sure was difficult to do. I liked it. And will do it again. Want to join me? It’s a bit embarrassing, though – here’s what I did.
Andrew Denton is an iconic Australian comic and creative leader. He wrote an article at the weekend about FOMO… Fear Of Missing Out. FOMO, as you might know, is the term given to all those addicted to technology and social media, desperate to know the latest update now, instantly, about everyone and everything.
As usual, Denton had a twist. You see, he has invented a new word that suggests a different concept altogether. And it was a perfect match to what I did at the weekend. His new word? : JOMO. Here’s what it means:
JOMO- Joy Of Missing Out
Denton’s message is that it is okay to not be connected 24/7, not go to that event, not read that paper, not edit those emails, not…not…not… It’s okay to daydream, to imagine, to be…. to turn the technology off. There is joy, he says, in missing out. Let’s suck in some JOMO instead of filling that pipe with FOMO. It’s a better addiction. JOMO will give you power, ideas, clarity, connection.
And it resonated with me- because what I was doing this weekend was this: nothing.
Someone said to me on Friday: ”Chris- try this weekend not to do even one ‘to do’ list, not to keep creeping back to your laptop to work on those emails, do not write a blog post, or redraft a chapter of the book you’re writing. Try to find time and space to ‘unplan’ this weekend.”
I mean, really! “Unplan” !!! Madness.
But I tried it. Laptop stayed off all weekend. Not once did I pick up pen and notebook and make a list, shape a strategy, no Step One, Step Two, Step Three. Sure- I glanced at my iPhone to ensure no urgent client matters, but left every other email untouched. No social media. Nothing. Now, for me, this is bizarre behaviour.
Instead- I walked around the garden, read a book, talked to others, sat in silence. I even watched “Schindler’s List” and then “Searching For Sugarman” on Foxtel on Sunday morning. How weird is that? I haven’t watched TV like that for 20 years.
And do you know what happened?
Except something kind of weird. I got some thoughts- some indicators- some prompts… about stuff I wanted or needed to do. Just feelings, bubbling out of nowhere. Kind of appearing in front of me, like a vision: ”Oh yes- I must do that. That’s what I need to do. It’s right. It’s time. It will make me happier.” Clarity. Unplanned.
On Monday I cancelled a meeting and went to the city- bought two new suits, three pairs of jeans (big size but at least I found something that fitted), five shirts, three new pairs of shoes, underwear, socks, jumpers. My family applauded when I told them this much wanted news that night. I cannot explain what a HUGE step this was for me- to go shopping for clothes.
Oh- and I signed up for the 40 Day Blast at the gym. Now, that’s weird.
I called my mother and told her I loved her.
And made 11 phone calls to colleagues and clients I had realised I needed to make- all on snippets of unfinished business that I wanted to conclude- most times, me saying “thanks….”
Oh- and I also called my dealer. He’s sending over half a kilo of JOMO tomorrow. I am going to try some more next weekend. Not sure what it will do to me…. Except maybe give me some powerful pointers on what to do for me, next. Unplanned. Can’t wait to find out what’s in store.