I guess the problem is I feel like I’m living the same 2 days over and over and over again.

Day 1: work day
Day 2: day off

And there is nothing so magic about either one of those days to make me want to repeat them for the rest of my life.

Now most of you are going to point out my children.

Yes, I love them.

But I don’t know how to fully enjoy them. They instead, stress me out to no end.

As does work, which is my number 1 day I repeat.

I don’t know. I just feel trapped in a life that is nothing but the same.