I'm happy enough with my life.
I'm 55, grown up DCs, we're very close. Self-employed but now only do that when I want to really. Im not driven. Also p/t job in a Library, I love the peace & books.
Lovely supportive kind DP for past few years, lives 20 minutes down the road. No desire to live with a man again so, suits me fine. We see each other regularly & both have our space when we need it. No angst. We do a hobby together, social lively & fun.
Wasn't always this way. Too many years spent in an emotionally abusive relationship, also with wrong people around me who dragged me down, and an unfulfilling job. Not enough self-care. Took me a while to realise it was all wrong, somehow. Changed it around & I'm glad I did.
So, life isn't perfect (when is it ever) but I'm happy and content most days now and grateful for my life and the people in it.