I have a ridiculous fear of missing out (FOMO). I have always been this way, but hopefully I won't always will (if you will). I am currently waffling over my new year's eve plans because I'm afraid something amazing will happen in Sacramento, even though I'd tentatively accepted an invitation to see Trombone Shorty at the Fillmore and spend the evening in the city.
In my defense, I'm broke. But when have I ever let that stop me before?
I know it's not the brokeness, it's this latent homebody that I seem to have channeled very recently. Something really crazy and amazing could happen here. It wouldn't be the first time.