Give my life a meaning

So my ex-boyfriend’s baby girl arrived on Monday and my cousin gave birth to a son yesterday. That’s the latest round of babies over then. Isn’t it funny how these things always seem to come in waves? The ex’s baby wasn’t due until the beginning of June and my cousin’s baby came around 2 weeks late. Really, they should have been pretty much exactly a month apart, but instead two babies of my acquaintence come along in the same week. I am happy for them of course, especially my cousin. It’s about time there was a new addition on that side of the family – the last one is at school now! But my happiness is tinged with something almost like nostalgia, if you can feel nostalgic for something that isn’t in the past? Every time a pregnancy is announced, a baby is born or someone gets married I am reminded that this is something I’m unlikely ever to have. Meet someone, fall in love, move in together then get married and have a baby (the last two not necessarily in that order) is something for other people. My story ended somewhere around fall in love. Okay, I now live with my boyfriend, but only with a certain amount of reluctance on his part. And now I’m rapidly approaching 30, which means if (and it’s a big  if) anything does happen I’ll already be old (in parenting terms) before my first child comes along, which was the last thing I wanted.
Don’t get me wrong, I can totally understand why nobody would ever want to settle down with me. I’m argumentative, constantly say the wrong thing – or say the right thing in the wrong way (I hear my mother’s voice in my head at this point: “It’s not what you say, it’s the way you say it!”), I have next to no social competence and a tendency to see the worst in things. I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with me either, if I had a choice. Which I obviously don’t. And I am aware that I am actually lucky. I should be grateful for what I’ve got – a wonderful boyfriend who loves me (even if he doesn’t know what he wants, which, after 7 years, would suggest that it definitely isn’t me!), a job that I am actually good at, I enjoy and where I have nice colleagues and a fantastic boss, a family who loves me (and who are far enough away not to constantly annoy me 😉 ). I should be happy. And yet… I’m not. Admittedly this  may just be another example of my constant negativity. I’m probably one of those people, who can never be satisfied no matter what. But I can’t help but think my life has no meaning. I’m just wandering around aimlessly with no idea what I want… although I do have a pretty clear idea of what I don’t want. Namely, to be a career woman. Yes, I love my job, but I can’t imagine anything more depressing than dedicating my life to it. Yes, promotions and things are nice, but surely nobody really wants to look back on their life and think “well, I did brilliantly at work anyway”. But if I’m not going to be a mother and I don’t want to be a career woman, what else is there? I need a change… a life makeover and a new direction. If only I knew where to start…

5 thoughts on “Give my life a meaning

  1. I don’t like this post! No-one deserves to feel like that! I guess you just need to weigh up what is important to you and if you are not heading that direction then change the direction you are heading in. Easier said than done. No life is meaningless!!!!

  2. The grass is always greener, etc etc. It’s so hard when someone else experiences one of the things that we had maybe, perhaps, even just once thought that we would someday have for ourselves! It makes us feel pretty crappy about ourselves, doesn’t it?
    I also think we women are so programmed for the whole love-marriage-baby thing (in whatever order) that the fulfilling career part of our lives isn’t given much weight – and guys are often programmed the opposite way! ALL of those things are good, and like Anna says above, we each need to weigh up which is more important and go for it.
    And nothing is carved in stone, either. Who says you can’t make a 90º turn at some point – or even a complete turnaround? I think that there’s almost always a way to get your heart’s desire, but many times it’s not quite the way you had imagined it!

  3. Anna, I don’t feel like my life is meaningless all the time 🙂 But surely there has to be more to it than work?!

    Pinklea – The grass is always greener, indeed. Nothing wrong with having a career – as you say, all of these things are good, just the concentrating on a career thing wasn’t ever what I wanted for myself, and still isn’t. I just can’t imagine becoming the sort of person who can enjoy a life that revolves solely around what I do for a living, no matter how much I love the work.

  4. Wow you sound just like me. Your sarcasm had me laughing lol. I’m one of those people who actually doesnt have a bad life I just feel like I’m flat lining. I’m never satisfied and idk why. So I’m in the exact same boat as you..thinking bout havin a baby and all to add meaning to my life..that’s how I ended up on your blog..lookin for answers

    1. Thank you for your comment 🙂 I think feeling unsatisifed is pretty common.

      I would never have a baby to give my life a meaning, I just always kind of thought that one day I WOULD be a mother. And with every year that passes that looks less and less likely.

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