Sense

Seldom have I felt as content with my life as I do now.

Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I think it is because I am starting to feel more comfortable just being me.

Being me is scary, because I know my size, sense of humor, sense of what is entertaining and sense of comfort are not particularly mainstream and there is nothing harder than opening yourself up to criticism, or, even worse, ridicule, for something you choose to be or do.

I love my apartment and I love the way it is furnished, not a consciously chosen style, just a conglomeration of things I love. It continuously surprises me when I look around and see who I am, but I like it.

I love the geographical place that I live and I know this because I have lived here since 1971 except for a brief moment in time when I tried other places before coming back.

I love my friends and family of the heart who surround me.

Persistence evidently pays off in the long run.  Continuously opting to not do things I don't love and continuously surrounding myself with people and things I do love has brought me into this sweet spot at just the right time in my life.