Non-specific melancholy; malaise

[Anonymous]

So . . . things are pretty good (excellent!). My three year old daughter is a DELIGHT. My job is solid - I am a supervisory attorney at the top of the GS payscale, and my my work is FAIRLY interesting. In that, I mean that the compromise between interesting work (so, objectively pretty interesting, but don't kid yourself, not gonna make the newspapers, mostly ever) and demanding hours has been achieved at 40 hours per week. My husband and I get along pretty well (yes he annoys me on occasion, but objectively nothing legitimate to complain about). No money worries. No parental health worries (our parents, I mean!) yet.

So, now what?

I just feel kind of blah. Things are on autopilot. I live for the weekend or the next vacation; on the other hand it is not like I want a stressful work project to knock the workweek out of autopilot and into "excitement" (I get that on occasion, and it reminds me of why I do NOT want to go back to the private sector/be a line attorney again).

What is this? First world malaise? Things are just so pleasant and nice that I can't be content?

I REALLY appreciate and acknowledge how good I have it. But, I still feel kind of glum, for no articulable reason. What's up with that?

[Anonymous]

^^ oh yeah, I'm 44. Maybe this is a mid-life crisis???

[Anonymous]

Nothing in your account about frequent, dynamite sex. That tends to lead to "blah."

[Anonymous]

you aren't happy - that leads to malaise