It’s not something that can easily be put into words. It’s a feeling.

I once had a counselor who would ask me where in my body I “felt” a particular feeling/emotion. It would cause me to look more deeply inside myself. I’d search out the source as if, once finding it, I’d have the key to why I felt as I did.

So I’ve asked myself that question, as I have numerous times over the years. But I can’t find a particular place in my body as the seat for this feeling.

When I am outside, I feel it. When I am indoors, I feel it. When I am alone, I feel it. When I’m out among people, I feel it. It’s as if it is the constant backdrop to my life. Always there. Always the same. But also different.

In all of the places I’ve lived, in all of the time I’ve lived, I have never before had this feeling.

I feel that I am finally where I was always meant to be in space and in time. I am more at ease than I have ever been. There is no particular place in my body that I feel this. I feel it with all of me.

Maybe it’s just that I’ve reached an age where longing for something is not a driving force. Or where searching for some sort of completeness is no longer an issue.

All I know is I am where I am “supposed” to be, doing what I am meant to do. And I am content.

Or maybe it’s just a Wyoming state of mind.