Secondary Solace

It seems that life offers very little solace from the craziness of work, love, and staying healthy. Every job not only ups the anti every other day to pile the work higher and require more hours and more effort for the same amount of money, but it also adds emotional stress and frustrations that lie beneath the surface and explode in moments of happiness and solace.
Love is a beautiful thing and I don't know where I'd be without my love, Matt. But, the idea of love is far more romantic than the actual act of loving someone. Love isn't easy- the patience it requires, the selfishness it repeatedly exposes, and the flexibility it builds- yet it is addicting. Planning a wedding to showcase the love is more stressful than being with Matt and simply loving him.
Health is such a relative word. Are we healthy if we're not over weight? Are we healthy if we can run 3 miles non-stop? Are we healthy if we ingest 5 servings of fruits and vegetables every day? How are we to stay healthy with all the time we spend on our jobs and on each other (and on other random things like weddings)? How are we to measure our health? If we feel good? If our tests are all within the correct range? If we never outgrow our clothes? Am I healthy?
I guess today I'm just wishing that I had a little more time to focus on the little things that have nothing to do with my daily scheduled life but are directly connected to the health of my inner being and soul.