melancholy

I spend a lot of time being sad. I used to feel bad about it, feel pressure to work toward feeling happy all the time, but I've learned to embrace it. It's how I am. It doesn't preclude me being joyful or grateful or resilient or a lot of other things. I am fortunate that for the most part, my sadness does not pull me down too far. Sometimes it feels like a weight. Sometimes it blows by like clouds. It often feels like a logical response to the world. 

As I was typing this, Lizzo's "Good As Hell" came on my Pandora and I started smiling. Yes, I feel very fortunate.