State of the Union

Simply the fact that I am sitting here typing
while overlooking an astonishing view of the Manhattan Bridge, Queens, and the
East River would have been more than I could have dreamed of as a senior in high
school, fascinated with New York City. Exploring the city's streets was enough
to elate me when I first moved here, and experiences such I have now would have
been beyond imagination - meeting world experts on a daily basis, having
well-known and well connected freinds and mentors, visiting the city's top
restaurants and lounges, and working out of offices on Wall St. and in the
Chrysler Building. I never expected that I would last a year in the city when I
first arrived, so I certainly didn't expect that I would be living in a
beautiful spacious apartment in Brooklyn that had everything I could possibly
need. And most of all, I had basically given up hope that I would ever meet a
'soul mate', and not three days into my city experience, I had met a man who
surpassed even my picky ideals. And as if that weren't enough, he has continued
to surpass those continually rising ideals each of the four and a half years I
have been lucky enough to be with him. What am I doing right? Life doesn't seem
to get much better than this. Except that it really has almost always been this
good. Whenever I have needed it, prayers have been answered with little to no
asking. I am constantly pushing my boundaries and finding new excitements. I
want to travel the world, but yet there is so much adventure to be had closer
than 'my own backyard'. Stress and anxiety come from having too many
opportunities, not too few. What am I doing right?