Today I get to do something I love to do: lead a retreat. And lead it with a good friend, no less. And yet, even in my excitement, saying yes to this good thing means saying no to a few others. And I hate that. My FOMO is rearing its ugly head. Forgive me for this. Forgive me for struggling to stay content with the good thing in front of me. Forgive me for not preferring the given. Forgive me for letting my head turn to green grass on the sides that surround me. Forgive me for not trusting that with you we don’t miss out. We have nothing to fear.