I have 2 gorgeous, healthy DC, a big and busy (65+ hours per week) job that is exciting and pays well and a DH who I love and is great. I just don't feel very connected to any of it. I feel like I am always so busy that my life is a journey from one task to the next one but I don't get to enjoy the journey or the destination - it feels like ticking days off... until what I don't know. Intellectually I know how lucky I am and I appreciate my life a lot. I am not yearning for something else; I just want to feel like I'm living this one. I want to sit in my house and exhale and enjoy it instead of doing another chore (they never end). I want to think about Christmas - I used to love anticipation but I feel like I never anticipate anything anymore, it hurtles towards me with a to-do list.
I know this is a very 'poor me' kind of nonsense post and I feel guilty (constantly) even posting it. Does anyone else feel like this? Nothing is wrong, I would design my life to me like this and on paper it's great; I just don't feel like it's me living it - I feel like I'm looking through the eyes of someone else's head, detached and just skimming the surface.