Steve Fernlund and The Long Way Home

Apparently, this thing called the Fear of Missing Out (FOMO) is the feeling that others are having more fun than I am. Now that I’m at the “stay off my lawn” stage of life, FOMO doesn’t exist. I’ve moved firmly into JOMO, the Joy of Missing Out. I’m perfectly content to spend my days at home on the Proctor, MN frontier, walking the dogs, puttering in the yard, and going to bed early. I don’t care that I’m missing out. A recent shift from my daily JOMO routine was prompted when our daughter Jess gifted her mom four tickets to 'Music Man' for a one-night show in Duluth last week. I agreed to go, knowing that the Bohunk, who has watched The Music Man movie countless times and attended more stage productions than I have toes, would enjoy it.  Although JOMO is my preferred style, I made an exception for this play. The guy playing Professor Hill was no Robert Preston, but the production was great, and I earned brownie points with 'she who must be obeyed.' I refrained from pos...

From an early age, I hoped to be accepted and admired by everyone, despite that niggling feeling that I didn’t deserve to be. What if it turns out that most people actually don’t care about me at all?  Most people, I think, haven’t quite come to terms with that question. The reality is that, with all the crap going on in this world, people don’t have the bandwidth to pay much attention to you or me. If they don't care, we might as well say what we actually think when we get the chance. There’s actually a name for this kind of self-torture. Psychologists call it the ‘Spotlight Effect’, which is the feeling that everyone is watching and judging us, even though most people aren’t paying attention. I realized this half a lifetime ago and adjusted. My worry about fitting in was a massive waste of emotional real estate. There are lots of reasons for thinking that growing up in the 50s and 60s was blissful, and most of them are BS. The reality for me was hand-me-down clothes that older co...