Have you ever woken up in the morning and thought, what the hell am I doing?

I turned forty expecting to feel settled.

Instead, I woke up wondering what the hell I am doing with my life.

The strange thing is... nothing is actually wrong.

My kids are doing well.

My house is paid off.

I have a partner who loves me.

I earn decent money.

So why does it feel like I'm quietly falling apart?