Sometimes I feel like should do more with my life, but then I'm like what IS there to do, anyway?

@Heartlander If they believed their prayers did good in the world, then that gave their lives meaning. No one truly knows anything, so I keep an open mind towards spirituality, religion, etc. even though I don't necessarily believe in the power of prayer myself. Your reply did however make me ponder: If the purpose in someone's life was delusional – not saying the monks were delusional, let's instead say someone is schizophrenic but only in a positive way; he spends time with "friends" who are entirely made up by their own minds, but they always have a good time – is that in fact purpose? Is purpose defined by our personal experiences, or is there a need for it to have roots in reality, before it can be considered purposeful or meaningful? In my opinion purpose, meaning, value in this sense, is an internal experience which can't be changed by other people's perception, but I am curious as to what others believe in this regard.

@Nightwings I would think it would be measured in perceived benefit and also not inflicting misery on others. So in the monks' case, even if delusional, they are hopefully not harming anyone and possibly giving hope to one another and others. And hope is a good thing to have while waiting for something better to come along.

In your case, I don't see how just making friends or new experiences as of much value without more explanation that make those efforts fit in the above two measures. Especially when compared to creating or spending days with your husband, which I assume would not cause misery to others and would likely benefit both you and your husband.