I feel sad.
My house is ok. My neighbourhood is ok. I have some friends. My children are doing ok-ish. I am reasonably happy at work. I am studying for a PGCE, so busy. I am nearly 47 years old, career changer. I have enough money to get by. No money to splash, broke towards the end of each moth.
I am always feeling tired. I can feel my body age. I dont have the energy I once had. I am not sleeping well. I have been struggling to lose weigh for 17 years. I have little family, mum dead now, father 92 and in a care home. Husband working in Europe somewhere, and he is only home for the weekends. Up at 6 every morning, in bed by midnight. Struggle to shop, cook, clean... The usual. I wish I had the energy to go out for a walk, maybe visit a friend, or go out for a meal or a drink. Or maybe the movies. Blood tests ok, so no underlying health issues. I just cant find the strength to do anything but sit like a zombie and stare. Never find time to exercise
I miss London. But, when I lived in London, I missed Norway, so wherever I live I miss someplace else.
I feel my life is nearly over, and I wish I could live it again and make a few changes. Yet, there is nothing specific to make me sad. Other than really aging and never making anything of my life. Never achieving anything good, and not doing anything that gives me joy.
I think Happiness must be to NOT have any regrets.