Many years ago I was attending a Narcotics Anonymous convention. On Sunday morning while packing to go home, I asked myself who I knew better today than Friday when I arrived and the answer was nobody. The truth is that no matter what I was doing or who I was talking to, I was always looking around or past them wondering what others were doing, talking about or planning. In general, I was never completely present for anything in my life. It was as if I lived in a state of FOMO (fear of missing out).

Dear Grant,

It is a week, almost to the minute, since I texted you to find out if you were joining the conference call we had scheduled with a vendor.  Knowing you as I do, there had to be a good reason you weren’t on time.  I let the others know that I wanted to wait a few minutes for you to join.  A text came back within minutes that shook me to my core.