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Message: From GoLocalProv by John Simpson, GoLocalProv Advice Columnist: Dear John, I know what I’m writing to you about is probably beyond the purview of a simple advice column, but I like what you have to say (usually!) so what the hell. My problem is I am bored. Really bored. With everything. The thing is, I have a good life. I am in my fifties, divorced (but I get along fine with my ex – she’s a good friend), two great kids who are doing really well, good job…nothing’s really wrong, but nothing is really great either. Like my job: I make excellent money in a prestigious career, but the truth is, I hate it. Quitting is not an option because I need this income, so I just grin and bear it. It’s a fake grin, though. I feel terrible thinking of all the good, struggling people who would kill for my job, but even knowing that, I feel how I feel. I don’t have a girlfriend, but I date as much as I want to, and it’s the same thing. Nobody really excites me. I feel like I’m on the back nine of my life and I’m just running out the clock, to use a couple of sports metaphors. To meet me, you wouldn’t know I feel this way, and it is a low-level kind of thing. I don’t think I’m depressed (because I feel like all my feelings are grounded in reality – I have a reason to feel this way) and don’t misunderstand me; this is not a desperate cry for help. I just can’t seem to shake this feeling that everything really good that was ever going to happen to me has already happened, and now everything pales in comparison. Anyway, like I said, I know you can’t say anything that’s going to fix it, but let me know your thoughts anyway, if you have any. Thanks. http://www.golocalprov.comhttp://beta.golocalprov.com/dear-john-midlife-boredom-how-do-i-get-excited-about-life-again