Dear Prudence,
I’m 30 years old and have been married to my sweet, loving partner for seven years. We recently moved into our first house and have just remodeled the downstairs to our preferred style. We have little nieces and nephews on both sides whom we adore. Work’s work, but it pays the bills and then some, which I know is fortunate, especially in these precarious times. I’m also an active volunteer for a cause I really care about. So why am I always bored and wishing for something more? I thought this feeling would go away as I got older. Does everyone feel this way? Or is it just me who’s fantasizing about swimming with giant turtles in a clear, blue sea when, in actuality, I’m slacking off from my desk at work because there’s not much on my to-do list today? Crucially, Prudie, do you have any advice?
—Bored But Not Buried