Really struggling with the point of life at the moment.
I always feel like I should be doing more, changing the world into a better place. But I have enough self-awareness to know that whatever I do, I will never be satisfied because there will always be more to do. To take a silly example, even if I was US president I still wouldn't be able to fix the world's problems and I'd still be yearning to do more. So back to me and my little life.
I have 2 lovely daughters, a lovely husband, lovely friends, nice-ish house (though it's a bit of a tip) in a lovely area. We have an incredible 4 week trip abroad coming up. We are comfortably off, enjoyable jobs.
But I'm just so so flat.
We are a typically busy family. DH currently working full time as a colleague is on long term sick.
Everything seems pointless. I just can't seem to enjoy myself. I can't make myself happy through just doing things that I enjoy (of which there are loads). I'm addicted to my phone constantly checking the news for updates - I love current affairs and politics. Even when I do things which truly bring me joy I beat myself and feel guilty that I am not doing more.
I've done so much self reflection and reading over the last year. I'm very self aware. DH did say to me recently that at some stage I am going to have to stop thinking about how to live my life and actually start living it.
I had a full on international corporate job which I've jacked in for a not for profit job which has a really wonderful purpose. I think I had thought this new role would solve all my problems but it turns out it hasn't, although I know it's early days (3 months) and it's WFH which isn't great for me.
Does anyone have any wise words for me? I know what I should be doing: get fresh air before work, set restrictions on my phone, get exercise, really immerse myself in doing enjoyable things with the DDs, have date nights with DH, laugh with my friends, immerse myself in a fantastic film, eat mindfully etc etc.... I say that I should just cut myself some slack and enjoy a bit of relative downtime, enjoy time with the DDs, that not every year has to be about pushing myself as far as I can go.
Oh and I've had a minor op on my arm which means that I can't exercise for a couple of weeks and can't have a bath, which is ny ultimate go to comfort time. This is for a biopsy with a very very low risk of cancer so that might be playing on my mind but I really don't think it is as the drs are relaxed (and I've always said to DH that what I need is a cancer scare or something to make me appreciate my life).
I really need to snap myself out of the illusion that what I do will make one blind bit of difference to mankind or the planet! I seem to have a delusion of grandeur. I think having a comfortably, NW European life in the 21st century just doesn't suit me. Too much time to ponder. I think i would be happier if I was concentrating my efforts on survival.
Help, please, good vipers of mumsnet.