u/Sharp_Design_119

Hi all, thanks in advance for taking the time to read this. I’m mostly looking for some perspective because I’ve been feeling pretty lost lately, and I’m having a hard time separating what’s actually wrong in my life from what I think should be wrong.

As I write this, I’m honestly pretty emotional. On paper, my life is in a good place. I have a remote job that pays well and allows me a lot of flexibility. I’m financially comfortable, I own a home and a rental property, and I’ve built up a decent amount in savings and investments. My family is healthy, I have hobbies I enjoy, and I travel fairly often.

I’m grateful for all of that, and I realize I’m fortunate. I’m not sharing those details to say that I’ve “made it” or to compare myself to anyone else. I’m sharing them because, objectively, I know I have a lot going for me, which makes it harder to understand why I’ve been feeling so unhappy.

The things bothering me are mostly the things I \\\*don’t\\\* have figured out.

I currently live in a city that I don’t really enjoy. I’m here largely because of my relationship. I’m dating someone I really care about and genuinely click with, but she’s 22 and still has a lot of life ahead of her. She’s finishing nursing school here and likely won’t be ready to think seriously about settling down and having kids for several more years.

That’s where a lot of my anxiety comes from.
I’m 35 now and will be 36 in May. Most of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children. I would like to have a family of my own, and the idea of potentially waiting another four years or more before having kids makes me nervous.
At the same time, I don’t want to make a major life decision simply because I’m afraid of being “behind.” I love my girlfriend, and I don’t want to throw away a relationship that could ultimately be something really meaningful because I’m panicking about a timeline that I can’t completely control.

I also really want to move closer to my family. I miss being near them, and although my job allows me to visit fairly often, it isn’t the same as actually living nearby. My current goal is to move home next year, but figuring out how that fits with my relationship has been weighing heavily on me.

Part of me thinks I should just sell everything, move home, and start over. Another part of me thinks I’m letting anxiety convince me that my life is much more off-track than it actually is.

I also grew up in a fairly difficult household. My stepfather was abusive toward my brother and me, both mentally and physically. I also had a sister who was very hard on me growing up and frequently made me feel badly about myself, particularly because I was heavier when I was younger.

I wonder sometimes whether those experiences contributed to me spending so much of my adult life feeling like I need to prove that I’m doing okay, and then still struggling to actually \\\*feel\\\* okay once I’ve accomplished the things I thought would make me feel that way.

I know this is somewhat rambling, but I think what I’m really looking for is perspective.

Am I actually behind? Am I making reasonable decisions about my life, or am I allowing fear and comparison to make me feel like I need to blow everything up and start over?

If you were 35, healthy, financially stable, with a career that gave you flexibility, hobbies you enjoyed, family you loved, and a relationship that \\\*might\\\* have a future — but you weren’t completely happy with where you lived or how quickly certain parts of your life were progressing, what would you do?

I think I just need someone to remind me that I’m not running out of time, that I haven’t somehow screwed up my life, and that it’s okay to still be figuring things out.
Because I have a hard time imagining being 70 someday, looking back at myself at 35, healthy, fortunate, and with so much life still ahead of me, and wondering why I spent so much of that time worrying that I was already too late.

Hi all, thanks in advance for taking the time to read this. I’m mostly looking for some perspective because I’ve been feeling pretty lost lately, and I’m having a hard time separating what’s actually wrong in my life from what I think should be wrong.

As I write this, I’m honestly pretty emotional. On paper, my life is in a good place. I have a remote job that pays well and allows me a lot of flexibility. I’m financially comfortable, I own a home and a rental property, and I’ve built up a decent amount in savings and investments. My family is healthy, I have hobbies I enjoy, and I travel fairly often.

I’m grateful for all of that, and I realize I’m fortunate. I’m not sharing those details to say that I’ve “made it” or to compare myself to anyone else. I’m sharing them because, objectively, I know I have a lot going for me, which makes it harder to understand why I’ve been feeling so unhappy.

The things bothering me are mostly the things I \\\*don’t\\\* have figured out.

I currently live in a city that I don’t really enjoy. I’m here largely because of my relationship. I’m dating someone I really care about and genuinely click with, but she’s 22 and still has a lot of life ahead of her. She’s finishing nursing school here and likely won’t be ready to think seriously about settling down and having kids for several more years.

That’s where a lot of my anxiety comes from.
I’m 35 now and will be 36 in May. Most of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children. I would like to have a family of my own, and the idea of potentially waiting another four years or more before having kids makes me nervous.
At the same time, I don’t want to make a major life decision simply because I’m afraid of being “behind.” I love my girlfriend, and I don’t want to throw away a relationship that could ultimately be something really meaningful because I’m panicking about a timeline that I can’t completely control.

I also really want to move closer to my family. I miss being near them, and although my job allows me to visit fairly often, it isn’t the same as actually living nearby. My current goal is to move home next year, but figuring out how that fits with my relationship has been weighing heavily on me.

Part of me thinks I should just sell everything, move home, and start over. Another part of me thinks I’m letting anxiety convince me that my life is much more off-track than it actually is.

I also grew up in a fairly difficult household. My stepfather was abusive toward my brother and me, both mentally and physically. I also had a sister who was very hard on me growing up and frequently made me feel badly about myself, particularly because I was heavier when I was younger.

I wonder sometimes whether those experiences contributed to me spending so much of my adult life feeling like I need to prove that I’m doing okay, and then still struggling to actually \\\*feel\\\* okay once I’ve accomplished the things I thought would make me feel that way.

I know this is somewhat rambling, but I think what I’m really looking for is perspective.

Am I actually behind? Am I making reasonable decisions about my life, or am I allowing fear and comparison to make me feel like I need to blow everything up and start over?

If you were 35, healthy, financially stable, with a career that gave you flexibility, hobbies you enjoyed, family you loved, and a relationship that \\\*might\\\* have a future — but you weren’t completely happy with where you lived or how quickly certain parts of your life were progressing, what would you do?

I think I just need someone to remind me that I’m not running out of time, that I haven’t somehow screwed up my life, and that it’s okay to still be figuring things out.
Because I have a hard time imagining being 70 someday, looking back at myself at 35, healthy, fortunate, and with so much life still ahead of me, and wondering why I spent so much of that time worrying that I was already too late.

Hi all, thanks in advance for taking the time to read this. I’m mostly looking for some perspective because I’ve been feeling pretty lost lately, and I’m having a hard time separating what’s actually wrong in my life from what I think should be wrong.

As I write this, I’m honestly pretty emotional. On paper, my life is in a good place. I have a remote job that pays well and allows me a lot of flexibility. I’m financially comfortable, I own a home and a rental property, and I’ve built up a decent amount in savings and investments. My family is healthy, I have hobbies I enjoy, and I travel fairly often.

I’m grateful for all of that, and I realize I’m fortunate. I’m not sharing those details to say that I’ve “made it” or to compare myself to anyone else. I’m sharing them because, objectively, I know I have a lot going for me, which makes it harder to understand why I’ve been feeling so unhappy.

The things bothering me are mostly the things I \\\*don’t\\\* have figured out.

I currently live in a city that I don’t really enjoy. I’m here largely because of my relationship. I’m dating someone I really care about and genuinely click with, but she’s 22 and still has a lot of life ahead of her. She’s finishing nursing school here and likely won’t be ready to think seriously about settling down and having kids for several more years.

That’s where a lot of my anxiety comes from.
I’m 35 now and will be 36 in May. Most of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children. I would like to have a family of my own, and the idea of potentially waiting another four years or more before having kids makes me nervous.
At the same time, I don’t want to make a major life decision simply because I’m afraid of being “behind.” I love my girlfriend, and I don’t want to throw away a relationship that could ultimately be something really meaningful because I’m panicking about a timeline that I can’t completely control.

I also really want to move closer to my family. I miss being near them, and although my job allows me to visit fairly often, it isn’t the same as actually living nearby. My current goal is to move home next year, but figuring out how that fits with my relationship has been weighing heavily on me.

Part of me thinks I should just sell everything, move home, and start over. Another part of me thinks I’m letting anxiety convince me that my life is much more off-track than it actually is.

I also grew up in a fairly difficult household. My stepfather was abusive toward my brother and me, both mentally and physically. I also had a sister who was very hard on me growing up and frequently made me feel badly about myself, particularly because I was heavier when I was younger.

I wonder sometimes whether those experiences contributed to me spending so much of my adult life feeling like I need to prove that I’m doing okay, and then still struggling to actually \\\*feel\\\* okay once I’ve accomplished the things I thought would make me feel that way.

I know this is somewhat rambling, but I think what I’m really looking for is perspective.

Am I actually behind? Am I making reasonable decisions about my life, or am I allowing fear and comparison to make me feel like I need to blow everything up and start over?

If you were 35, healthy, financially stable, with a career that gave you flexibility, hobbies you enjoyed, family you loved, and a relationship that \\\*might\\\* have a future — but you weren’t completely happy with where you lived or how quickly certain parts of your life were progressing, what would you do?

I think I just need someone to remind me that I’m not running out of time, that I haven’t somehow screwed up my life, and that it’s okay to still be figuring things out.
Because I have a hard time imagining being 70 someday, looking back at myself at 35, healthy, fortunate, and with so much life still ahead of me, and wondering why I spent so much of that time worrying that I was already too late.

Hi all, thanks in advance for taking the time to read this. I’m mostly looking for some perspective because I’ve been feeling pretty lost lately, and I’m having a hard time separating what’s actually wrong in my life from what I *think* should be wrong.

As I write this, I’m honestly pretty emotional. On paper, my life is in a good place. I have a remote job that pays well and allows me a lot of flexibility. I’m financially comfortable, I own a home and a rental property, and I’ve built up a decent amount in savings and investments. My family is healthy, I have hobbies I enjoy, and I travel fairly often.

I’m grateful for all of that, and I realize I’m fortunate. I’m not sharing those details to say that I’ve “made it” or to compare myself to anyone else. I’m sharing them because, objectively, I know I have a lot going for me, which makes it harder to understand why I’ve been feeling so unhappy.

The things bothering me are mostly the things I *don’t* have figured out.

I currently live in a city that I don’t really enjoy. I’m here largely because of my relationship. I’m dating someone I really care about and genuinely click with, but she’s 22 and still has a lot of life ahead of her. She’s finishing nursing school here and likely won’t be ready to think seriously about settling down and having kids for several more years.

That’s where a lot of my anxiety comes from.
I’m 35 now and will be 36 in May. Most of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children. I would like to have a family of my own, and the idea of potentially waiting another four years or more before having kids makes me nervous.
At the same time, I don’t want to make a major life decision simply because I’m afraid of being “behind.” I love my girlfriend, and I don’t want to throw away a relationship that could ultimately be something really meaningful because I’m panicking about a timeline that I can’t completely control.

I also really want to move closer to my family. I miss being near them, and although my job allows me to visit fairly often, it isn’t the same as actually living nearby. My current goal is to move home next year, but figuring out how that fits with my relationship has been weighing heavily on me.

Part of me thinks I should just sell everything, move home, and start over. Another part of me thinks I’m letting anxiety convince me that my life is much more off-track than it actually is.

I also grew up in a fairly difficult household. My stepfather was abusive toward my brother and me, both mentally and physically. I also had a sister who was very hard on me growing up and frequently made me feel badly about myself, particularly because I was heavier when I was younger.

I wonder sometimes whether those experiences contributed to me spending so much of my adult life feeling like I need to prove that I’m doing okay, and then still struggling to actually *feel* okay once I’ve accomplished the things I thought would make me feel that way.

I know this is somewhat rambling, but I think what I’m really looking for is perspective.

Am I actually behind? Am I making reasonable decisions about my life, or am I allowing fear and comparison to make me feel like I need to blow everything up and start over?

If you were 35, healthy, financially stable, with a career that gave you flexibility, hobbies you enjoyed, family you loved, and a relationship that *might* have a future — but you weren’t completely happy with where you lived or how quickly certain parts of your life were progressing, what would you do?

I think I just need someone to remind me that I’m not running out of time, that I haven’t somehow screwed up my life, and that it’s okay to still be figuring things out.
Because I have a hard time imagining being 70 someday, looking back at myself at 35, healthy, fortunate, and with so much life still ahead of me, and wondering why I spent so much of that time worrying that I was already too late.

Hi all, thanks in advance for your help here.

As I write this, my eyes are welling up with tears, as I feel a bit down about my place in life right now.

Admittedly, I have more than many could ever dream of. I have a remote job making more than enough to support my lifestyle. I’m young, relatively, and my family, at least those left of them, are healthy and happy.

Financially, I’m doing great. I have an emergency fund that could allow me to take up to a year off from work if I were to find myself in that position. I have a home I own, and a rental property that does well. I have investments that all together put my worth up over a million. I’m tall, in shape and take care of my mind and body. My parents are/were attractive people, so I know that I’m not lacking in the looks category.

I’m not saying any of this to brag, I’m painting the picture of what looks like the ideal life for someone my age.

What is keeping me down, is everything I do not have. I currently live in a city I do not enjoy. I’m here because I’m dating a girl who I click with, although she’s much younger than me and is still exploring life to the max. I want to live closer to my family, and although my remote job allows me to travel to see them often, it’s just not the same as living there.

All of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children, and I, if this relationship pans out, wouldn’t be having kids for another four years, minimum, as my girlfriend won’t be ready until then. I feel behind - I feel like I should be somewhere that I’m not. I feel like I should drop all I have in this city, move home, and re-start.

I grew up with an abusive step father. He mentally and physically abused my brother and I. I also had a sister who was very hard on me, as I was heavier set, and she took every chance she could to demean me.

I think that’s why it took so long for me to find myself and become who I am, but who knows.

I know I’m just babbling on here - but I just need some sort of slap in the face, or something, that allows me to know it’s going to be ok.

I’ll be 70+ some day, looking back on the day I was 35, healthy, financially set, and wonder why the hell I couldn’t be happy.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Edited to add, I have plenty of hobbies keeping me busy, and I travel quite a bit for said hobbies. I could move home next year, that’s my goal.

Hi all, thanks in advance for your help here.

As I write this, my eyes are welling up with tears, as I feel a bit down about my place in life right now.

Admittedly, I have more than many could ever dream of. I have a remote job making more than enough to support my lifestyle. I’m young, relatively, and my family, at least those left of them, are healthy and happy.

Financially, I’m doing great. I have an emergency fund that could allow me to take up to a year off from work if I were to find myself in that position. I have a home I own, and a rental property that does well. I have investments that all together put my worth up over a million. I’m tall, in shape and take care of my mind and body. My parents are/were attractive people, so I know that I’m not lacking in the looks category.

I’m not saying any of this to brag, I’m painting the picture of what looks like the ideal life for someone my age.

What is keeping me down, is everything I do not have. I currently live in a city I do not enjoy. I’m here because I’m dating a girl who I click with, although she’s much younger than me and is still exploring life to the max. I want to live closer to my family, and although my remote job allows me to travel to see them often, it’s just not the same as living there.

All of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children, and I, if this relationship pans out, wouldn’t be having kids for another four years, minimum, as my girlfriend won’t be ready until then. I feel behind - I feel like I should be somewhere that I’m not. I feel like I should drop all I have in this city, move home, and re-start.

I grew up with an abusive step father. He mentally and physically abused my brother and I. I also had a sister who was very hard on me, as I was heavier set, and she took every chance she could to demean me.

I think that’s why it took so long for me to find myself and become who I am, but who knows.

I know I’m just babbling on here - but I just need some sort of slap in the face, or something, that allows me to know it’s going to be ok.

I’ll be 70+ some day, looking back on the day I was 35, healthy, financially set, and wonder why the hell I couldn’t be happy.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Edited to add, I have plenty of hobbies keeping me busy, and I travel quite a bit for said hobbies. I could move home next year, that’s my goal.

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Hi all, thanks in advance for your help here.

As I write this, my eyes are welling up with tears, as I feel a bit down about my place in life right now.

Admittedly, I have more than many could ever dream of. I have a remote job making more than enough to support my lifestyle. I’m young, relatively, and my family, at least those left of them, are healthy and happy.

Financially, I’m doing great. I have an emergency fund that could allow me to take up to a year off from work if I were to find myself in that position. I have a home I own, and a rental property that does well. I have investments that all together put my worth up over a million. I’m tall, in shape and take care of my mind and body. My parents are/were attractive people, so I know that I’m not lacking in the looks category.

I’m not saying any of this to brag, I’m painting the picture of what looks like the ideal life for someone my age.

What is keeping me down, is everything I do not have. I currently live in a city I do not enjoy. I’m here because I’m dating a girl who I click with, although she’s much younger than me and is still exploring life to the max. I want to live closer to my family, and although my remote job allows me to travel to see them often, it’s just not the same as living there.

All of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children, and I, if this relationship pans out, wouldn’t be having kids for another four years, minimum, as my girlfriend won’t be ready until then. I feel behind - I feel like I should be somewhere that I’m not. I feel like I should drop all I have in this city, move home, and re-start.

I grew up with an abusive step father. He mentally and physically abused my brother and I. I also had a sister who was very hard on me, as I was heavier set, and she took every chance she could to demean me.

I think that’s why it took so long for me to find myself and become who I am, but who knows.

I know I’m just babbling on here - but I just need some sort of slap in the face, or something, that allows me to know it’s going to be ok.

I’ll be 70+ some day, looking back on the day I was 35, healthy, financially set, and wonder why the hell I couldn’t be happy.

\\\\\\\*Edited to add, I have plenty of hobbies keeping me busy, and I travel quite a bit for said hobbies. I could move home next year, that’s my goal.

Hi all, thanks in advance for your help here.

As I write this, my eyes are welling up with tears, as I feel a bit down about my place in life right now.

Admittedly, I have more than many could ever dream of. I have a remote job making more than enough to support my lifestyle. I’m young, relatively, and my family, at least those left of them, are healthy and happy.

Financially, I’m doing great. I have an emergency fund that could allow me to take up to a year off from work if I were to find myself in that position. I have a home I own, and a rental property that does well. I have investments that all together put my worth up over a million. I’m tall, in shape and take care of my mind and body. My parents are/were attractive people, so I know that I’m not lacking in the looks category.

I’m not saying any of this to brag, I’m painting the picture of what looks like the ideal life for someone my age.

What is keeping me down, is everything I do not have. I currently live in a city I do not enjoy. I’m here because I’m dating a girl who I click with, although she’s much younger than me and is still exploring life to the max. I want to live closer to my family, and although my remote job allows me to travel to see them often, it’s just not the same as living there.

All of my friends are getting married and having kids. My brother has three beautiful children, and I, if this relationship pans out, wouldn’t be having kids for another four years, minimum, as my girlfriend won’t be ready until then. I feel behind - I feel like I should be somewhere that I’m not. I feel like I should drop all I have in this city, move home, and re-start.

I grew up with an abusive step father. He mentally and physically abused my brother and I. I also had a sister who was very hard on me, as I was heavier set, and she took every chance she could to demean me.

I think that’s why it took so long for me to find myself and become who I am, but who knows.

I know I’m just babbling on here - but I just need some sort of slap in the face, or something, that allows me to know it’s going to be ok.

I’ll be 70+ some day, looking back on the day I was 35, healthy, financially set, and wonder why the hell I couldn’t be happy.

\\\*Edited to add, I have plenty of hobbies keeping me busy, and I travel quite a bit for said hobbies. I could move home next year, that’s my goal.

Noticing that Billy has yet to repeat a song on summer tour yet… anyone else thinking he may carry it through Portland? By my observation he’s yet to play:

15 steps

Dig a little deeper in the well

Fearless

Leaders

Red Rocking Chair

New Country Blues

Train that carried my girl

Standing in the need of prayer

Salty Dog

Dawgs rag

Back on the train

In the clear

Malfunction Junction

Beginning of the end

End of the Rainbow

Spinning

Guitar peace

Old man at the mill

Cuckoo

Edmund Fitzgerald

I’d like to be a train

Train train