I've had this problem for a long time. On the surface, I work hard, achieve, in fact rarely relax. I'm not a young thing anymore, have caring responsbilities, get on with that.
However underneath, I can't stop generating ideas but don't move forward with any of them.
Some of them relate to professional development - at the moment I'm considering 4 different career paths, all of which have some legitimacy.
Others relate even to fun and how to spend my free time.
I know who I am - all of these ideas are 'real' as in I would hugely enjoy them.
But I can't commit to any of them because I'm scared that committing to X means not having time to do Y.
So I don't move forward with any of them.
I've realised in last few years how I handle this - all I do is work, do housework, do the caring. Because I know these three things have to be done.
But I'm losing opportunities to do these things for fear of narrowing myself down.
The strange thing is that when it comes to other people, I'm all about commitment. Long term relationship. Long term friends. It's just when it relates to my own fulfilment.
I know this probably seems flippant but it is causing me a deep grief.