This life

I am the wife of a lovely man. He fits me.

I have an almost-adult son. Most of the time (when he's not living at home) I really like him.

I have a great house. It is small enough to be manageable for tending to and I could afford the mortgage even before I found this husband.

I have an incredible yard that we have filled with things that bloom and things to eat and things to delight the eyes.

I live in an area where there are interesting things to do.

I have an old dog and 2 cats. They all adore me and we snuggle a lot.

I have work that suits me. I have a handful of coworkers whose conversations I really enjoy. One is a real friend away from the lab.

I have a good adult relationship with my parents.

Do you see that this life is excellent?

When I read horror stories that are the lives of other dreamers I say "thank you." I am grateful that I get to dance this happy dance. There will be time for pain dances and sorrow dances and angry dances. But this I is getting the happy dance and even when the I is having a not-perfect day, I still recognize that it is a happy dance.

I would not dare to tell an I who is dancing a pain dance that it is a good dance too. S/he might dance a step or two with me. And "good" is a value judgment that doesn't really matter. They are the right dances for the here-and-now of I and I.