On paper I have a lovely life.
An amazing DH who pulls his weight, a smart, funny, amazing DC, a sappy dog, a house we love, we both have good salaries - yet something is missing?
Maybe it's SAD - I thrive in sunshine and warm weather. But I'm really over my job, I'm over the crappy cold weather, I'm over the long commutes (1.5h each way), I'm over the overtime and I feel so meh. It's like I've fallen out of love with my everyday life.
First I thought maybe it was being in the throngs of young DC, but I felt like this before pregnancy. It's definitely been persistent for a few years.
I felt more rested during maternity (with a tricky baby) than I did before.
Given most of my friends have moved abroad now and my hobbies waned so it could be a factor but with work and the commute, young DC and no family to help, I feel like I can't magic up more time to try make an effort on that front unless something else changes.
What is wrong with me? Why can't I find contentment with what I have got?
Where did you find contentment? How did you get there ?
I swear I'm usually a very glass half full kind of person - or well - I used to be!