Happily ever after

Most of my life has been filled with extremes, joy, depression, mourning, celebrating, wonder, even awe.

There have been times of overriding fear about my health or the health of someone I love.

Times of terrifying frustration and sadness during my marriage.

Brief moments of overwhelming love interspersed with that absolute and enduring love for my children.

Times when I was totally immersed with concerns about this child or that.

All of that feels like a distant memory right now.

I am cocooned in a bell jar of contentment.

The purity of the emotional air is unfamiliar but not uncomfortable.

In fact, the comfort is so complete right now that I feel like I could sink into it and live the rest of my life in obscure anonymity.

Is this happily ever after?

Or is it some cruel precursor to a hell as yet undiscovered?

I don't have a sense that it is. Instead I believe it is just that thinking that created much of the chaos in my life. Looking for problems that do not exist.