Have you ever felt that the life that you are living is not really the one you want to live? That you are in essence living a lie?
I do. Not really a very positive thought I know.
I have a good life by all accounts and I know that we are supposed to live a life of gratitude.
For as long as I can remember I have compared myself to others and have always felt inadequate, invisible and not worthy.
Maybe this is the dysthymic disorder. Or is that an excuse?
Also, do you feel that you are trying to live a life that others expect you to live? Maybe you are not really being true to yourself. You are working in a job that has no fulfillment. Going through the motions. Each day is the same carbon copy of the day before.
I am soon to be 43. Mid life crisis perhaps? Maybe.
Is it time to get an escape plan together so that when T is done school in a few short years I pack my bags and go?
Waiting until I am 65 or older to “retire” is an option that does not seem all that appealing to me.
Who says we have to wait to experience our dreams?