Positivity at Thirty

I am realizing daily that life is good, that all the anger I carried in my early and mid 20s had given way to a kind of contentment that I never really thought would be in my life. In short, I mellowed out, and have been building quietly the kind of life I want, day by day, slowly but surely. Now, I look objectively around me: I have, but not in an exorbitant way. My basic needs are met according to Maslow; food, shelter, security. Some financial wiggle room, a very rare commodity these days. I have a wonderful wife who really is my best friend in a way that cannot be fully described and can only exist from twelve (twelve!) years of experience with one another, more than one-third of my life has been in her arms. Not a bad way to live, really. I want, and by and large I can accomplish what I set out to do. Though on a smaller scale than I would imagine most would consider accomplishments, I am fulfilled by the work I do and feel like I meet the goals I set. I am able to see the silver lining anyhow so any progress is progress earned. I have my health. This is a major accomplishment, seeing as since I started in my professional career after college I have been plagued by health issues: digestion, weight gain and loss, blood pressure, and other indescribable ailments have hamstringed me for years, finally all conquered in a year of change that sees me for the first time with a clean bill of health, albeit with slightly high blood pressure (nothing to worry about says my doctor--come back for a checkup in a year). So what else is there, really? For now, this works.