I was offered the perfect job.
It's work I love and am good at and have actually done before, it's a promotion, it's an increase in pay, it's a longer-term contract, and the outcome will benefit thousands of people. I get to work with a team I like and admire. The pay and conditions are exactly what I wanted.
For the last nine years, it's felt like I've been running a marathon, first with the PhD, and then with jobs that needed a lot of energy, creativity and work-hours, which had learning curves more like the sides of Everest, but which were not paid very well.
I've loved most of this journey I've been on. It has let me live a life of the mind, and I've met the most amazing people, and done some really challenging and satisfying things. But it has also worn me out, and I was starting to think there was no finish line, that it would never get easier.
Having a job that let's me do the things I love, in a realistic timeframe, and on a wage that will let me make some long-term plans... I can't even take it in yet.
I think, perhaps, that I am happy.