Overall, yes. I love DH and he loves me. We also have a lot in common even after nearly 30 years together so we do lots of interesting things together and have things to discuss.
I enjoy my work but only work PT so it's not stressful very often unless I'm up against a deadline.
I have hobbies I enjoy and friends I love and trust.
After some very tough 'sandwich generation' years of dealing with DC, one of whom had complex SEN and physical issues, along with a mother with dementia and a very ill dad, DC have now left home, DF has sadly died and DM is in a really loving care home, so I can finally relax a bit after years of tension.
Also, I think you arrive at an age, maybe some time in your fifties (hopefully earlier but it was this late for me) when you just finally totally accept yourself, including faults that cannot be changed. You can exhaust yourself when young trying to be what you can never be. As you get older, the pleasure of recognising who you are and what you are and are not capable of is deeply liberating.