I'm broke, my marriage imploded, I am working five jobs and going to class, I'm stressed out beyond the telling of it, my parents are ill, I'm killing myself to spend 2 weeks a month with my son, etc., and yet life is fucking awesome. I'm genuinely happy. Pockets of stress, but overall life is good.
EDIT - I'm also currently at the airport Chili's, tucking in to a Presidente margarita... and that always improves everything. *grin*