Is this what contentment feels like?

I haven't had the urge to write for awhile now.
Not that I didn't try - I have on numerous occasions, logged on, stared at the screen, fingers on the keyboard but the mind was blank.
I remember Cos once said to me,
"You write mostly when you're not happy"
And I suppose he's right.

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The week-old job is great.
Lots of learning to do.
Mostly I get left alone but I am happy - happy knowing that this is what I've always liked and happy knowing that I'm actually doing real work - and getting paid for it.
I get a brand new laptop to play with. Yes, it's the inner geek in me that glees with joy everytime it boots up... *sigh*
Spread out the work between 2 monitors - what more can I ask for?
And I'm keeping my fingers crossed for travels in the near future!

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I've also been seeing this wonderful guy.
It's all rather pre-mature at this stage, but I'm thoroughly enjoying myself and the time when we are together.
There's no pressure to impress, no pressure to be someone I'm not.
No mind games, no tug and pull. All cards on the table.
Take it if you like what you see, walk away if you don't.
Suppose I'm at a point where I now know what I want from myself and others and I am almost confident about where life is heading.

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Is this what feeling content is all about?
Even if it isn't, it's alright.
For once in a very long while, the heart hasn't skipped a beat when faced with the possibility of being snowed under with bills.

It's all good.