F**k FOMO

I was never designed

to breathe

in two places

at once.

I was never equipped

to audition my jealousy

for highlight reels

without me.

I grow empty

grieving

all the parties,

vacations,

degrees,

relationships,

and celebrations

I scrolled through

but could not live.

I’ve been tempted

to post every cosmetic thing

while privately pleading,

“My life is worthy, too.”

Now though,

I accept

that my shoulders

aren’t sculpted

for the fullness

of anyone else’s

journey.

I got grace

for my own troubles,

and blessings,

like loved ones,

soul conversations,

wisdom,

and victories

customized

for my purpose.

I am growing less afraid

of living one life:

seen, called, enough,

connected, and special

to my God and my people.

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