Mourning life


It’s like I’m constantly mourning the reality that life is short. I am sad that my toddler and baby are growing. I am sad that time is passing. That my parents and grandparents are not going to be around forever. Allowing this very human experience is so hard. I buffer the sadness with a variety of activities and therefore miss being present with the people I’m scared for, hence losing the time. This is the human experience and it’s deeply uncomfortable. Enjoying the moment feels vulnerable and exposed. Like the ball is going to drop. I don’t like allowing these emotions. I don’t know what I need coaching on. I don’t really want to change this. I can’t. Just any perspective I don’t have would be great.