I have a confession. Last night I got hung up over a lipstick. And I resisted the fact that I got hung up over a lipstick as I wish that I could focus on other things. But it was a beautiful purple red lipstick left behind at the dance. I felt that I shouldn’t take things that aren’t mine, big or small. But also part of me thought well no one’s coming back they’re probably just going to throw it away and this color might look fantastic on me. I tried both options: I tried walking away and it felt really bad. So I took it but that also felt bad. So I repeated flipping taking it and not taking it literally three times, feeling bad either way. I didn’t understand what the answer was, to take or not take. I felt bad either way. And I remember looking at the bottom of the lipstick and cringing at the name of the color, so I literally tore it off (still not understanding what was happening): Fomo. The lipstick color is literally called fomo. Fear of missing out. That’s exactly the pattern that I was feeling so bad about my system wanted to digest. I don’t want to do something, even by principal I know it is not best, but the fear of missing out has me doing it anyway.
I think it’s hilarious how I’m getting these types of magical signs/coincidences.
As much as I resisted the whole being hung up over the small thing, I realized something that potent of feeling bad is a juicey pattern worth going through.