On the surface, everything is fine. You’ve got nothing to complain about and so much to be grateful for. So many people in the world are worse off than you and would give anything to have your life. There are bigger problems in the world. Lots of them. Countless. You should be doing more. You should be satisfied.
But you’re not. And you’re not sure why.
You try to work it out from time to time, but nothing comes. You avoid it, with food, drinking, scrolling, or shopping for more “stuff”, but it never goes away – the sense of dissatisfaction.
You find yourself lashing out at the people close to you at times.
Sometimes you feel trapped. You can’t see any way out.
How would it feel to be genuinely content? To have direction? To actually feel grateful for all the good things in your life? What would it feel like to ditch the constant list of ‘shoulds’ and ‘needs’ and ‘musts’ from your internal dialogue? And to feel clear on what’s important and what you want; to feel excited about where you’re headed?