Meaning in the Mundane {30}: Self-acceptance and melancholy

So here I am, smack dab in the middle of my thirties, and for…probably the first time in my life…I feel quite comfortable with who am. I can look at the choices I’ve made and understand why I made them then, how I might make them differently now, and how they all add up and reflect the sum total of who I am and who I’ve become.

It’s kind of cool, really.

I’m sure that far too soon, something will happen to throw me off balance. Until then, though, I’m going to bask in the warm and fleeting glow of apparent self-acceptance.

But…

Even with this newfound level of awareness and acceptance, I find myself strangely entangled in some deep melancholy. Like I’ve lost something, somehow.

Frozen oreos and Flight of the Conchords should help though, right?

Right??