I don't think any of the other topics fit so I'm posting here because I would really welcome some views. Or advice. Or just observations/a good verbal shake down/someone to tell me to pull myself together if that's what you think I need. I don't bloody know. It's a bit long. Sorry.
I’m a really positive person who loves to laugh and be silly and kind and I’m interested in so much of the world- but I just feel like life is passing me by and I haven’t got anything to look forward to. I have so much to be grateful for and I truly am- secure home and work with healthy happy children and lovely friends- but something is missing.
My life:
3 children, 18, 15 and 9.
I'm 47 and a single parent.
Well paying full time job for a big corporation that is a good employer but the work I do doesn’t fulfil me and the nature of the company means that it is unlikely it ever will. It’s just there to make money after all which feels hollow. I’ve been there since I graduated at 21. I’m not a high performer, achieving at work doesn’t mean anything to me and whilst the work I do is good enough, I’m only there for the pay and pension. The idea of really pushing myself to excel at work is empty as the reward (people I don’t really care for being pleased with me) is totally meaningless and doesn't motivate me in the slightest- although I don't want to piss them off of course.
The pay is good enough for me to be able to provide for my family but we’re not rolling in it and things are still tight, we have a holiday each year which is normally camping in the UK although I did manage to save enough to take them to Cyprus for a week just before Covid. No savings at the moment and it’s always a bit tense for last week of the month but things should get a bit better after April 2024 when I get a small inflationary payrise. More money would of course be lovely but we aren't a materialistic bunch so whilst we would be able to afford more luxurious x, y and z we don't hanker for this anyway. Would love to travel though (not holidays as such but seeing more of the world than I have)
We have a comfortable home, needs bits and pieces doing to it although nothing out of reach or worrying, but I bought it in a bit of a hurry when exh and I split 7 years ago after being together for 18. Whilst it is home and I love it in that sense, it isn’t a source of joy either. It's just somewhere where the children and I can be together (which is lovely and my favourite thing to do. But they are getting older and need me less and less every day! )
I have a wonderful circle of close friends, and a few new ones recently too through putting myself out there and getting involved in the fringes of new hobbies and interests. I get out and “do” things- but don’t really have the time to commit to anything regular in terms of fun.
Nothing in my life fills me with excitement or delight- I’m just coasting along and all the days blur into one another. It’s all so flat and boring and without meaning or goals or aspiration. I'm certain that I'm not depressed, just bored with the never ending monotomy of my life I think. Work in particular is just so awful I dread it.
Do I just need to give myself a shake and soldier on? I think I probably do. I might need someone to tell me this before I disappear into my own navel.