Has anyone seen where I left my contentment?

Things are going very well right now.  My son is all the way through his meds change and is finally doing well.  I’ve tackled a few money issues and think I’m right side up financially.  Work is going well; in fact I just got a raise with my performance review.  My family is good, mostly.  My kitties are good.  I’m good.

So for the life of me, I don’t understand why I don’t feel content.

Granted it’s not a feeling I’ve ever spent much time with, so maybe I just don’t understand how it’s supposed to feel, but I’m pretty sure what I’m feeling, is not it.

I feel restless, antsy, and impatient, like each day is moving past me and while I’m getting stuff done, I do not feel a sense of accomplishment.  I don’t feel bad, or down…it’s more like I’m craving some sort of problem to solve, some sense of being needed or necessary.  My thoughts are fractured.  Like in order to solve a simple math problem, I have to wright it down to stay focused.

I tried coloring, playing little games on my phone, practicing my Spanish, cleaning, but nothing brings me any closer to a place of contentment or peace.

I feel a bit guilty to admit that I’m not on top the world with all that is going right.

Anybody else ever get this way?