Some people can go to a music festival with nothing more than the shirt on their back and a dream in their head.  For me, however, the term “festival” induces nightmares of not showering, sleeping on the ground and massive, sweaty crowds in which I get trampled, and die without ever meeting Kim Kardashian.  Can you tell I’m kind of an “indoor girl”? At the persuasion … Continue reading how i deal with firefly fomo