When I look around our house, everything looks perfect, or at least perfectly wonderful. I don't wish for another this or that, or a better x or y. Everything is as it should be and it's all beautiful. When I think about the other aspects of my life, it's the same. The job is fine, and as it should be. I love my family, deeply. My friends are fantastic people, and my social life is rich and fulfilling.
Life is good.