A complete sense of well-being infuses permeates my life

Well-being makes a poor event and an excellent climate. As an event it's a holiday, a good weekend, a thing that ends on a Sunday night. As a climate it behaves like heating in a house: unnoticed while present, extremely noticeable when it's gone.

That second kind is what spreads through a life. Not peaks. Background. It's the reason a small setback stays small, and a difficult phone call doesn't take the whole afternoon down with it. A climate gets built the way a house gets warm, slowly, from several modest sources running at once. Sleep, movement, someone to talk to, work that isn't corroding you. No single one heats the place.