Thoughts on Parents, Birds 🐦 and FOMO ✨
When I was living in Australia, I used to pop home and stay with my Dad. ❤️
Every morning, without fail, we’d be 'up with the birds' 🌅 ...or, as Dad used to call it, “sparrow’s fart.” 😂
The birds would be chirping outside, Dad would be banging around the house, music playing, getting himself ready for the day...
And I’d be lying there thinking...and eventually yelling:
"Dad! Keep the bloody noise down!” 😂
I genuinely could not understand why the hell anyone would 'choose' to be awake before daybreak.
Fast-forward a few thousand years...
One of my own kids was staying with me recently and I got:
“Why do you make SO much noise in the morning?!” 🤦♀️😂
And suddenly... 'I GET IT, DAD.'
I love getting up early now.
This morning I traipsed around taking in the incredible colours of the flowers 🌸, the scenery, the quiet, the stillness... just noticing how incredibly beautiful it all is. 🌿☀️
There are never enough hours in the day anymore.
Work. Creative projects. Fitness. Ideas. Things I want to make. Places I want to see. People I want to spend time with. 💪🎨✈️❤️
I just have to make it all fit somehow.
Because here’s the thing...
Unless I somehow make it into the record books as one of the oldest people in the world, 'I’m already over halfway.' 😳
And I’ve got 'SHYTE TO DO.' 😂🔥
When I was younger, there was always 'tomorrow'.
“There’s plenty of time.”
Now?
"I get it."
My Dad had FOMO.
And apparently, I’ve inherited it. ❤️
Not FOMO about parties or what everyone else is doing...
FOMO about missing whatever is left of this extraordinary, messy, beautiful "one life I’ve been given." 🌎
So if I’m banging around the house at sunrise, playing music and annoying my kids...
Sorry, kids. 😂
"My Dad started it." ❤️🐦🌅
You can probably tell I’ve been read a lot about Stoicism.📚
But... it makes a lot of sense to me.
"Memento mori. Remember you will die... so remember to LIVE." ❤️