Well, I don't generally have anxiety, actually. If I am actually anxious, I don't eat, and I can deal with the anxiety. It's hard to identify what feelings there are - sometimes a sense of wanting a reward. I can see why you thought anxiety when I said soothing, but anxiety doesn't capture it. Hmm...

Thanks for your reply.

Edit: thinking about it more, I'd say it could be a tremendous dissatisfaction with life and sometimes boredom. I'm not depressed in the sense of can't get out of bed and so on. I am very enthusiastic and hard working in everything I do, just frustrated as heck with life. Wonderful husband, but another person can't really be my everything. I never liked having a human body and at age 50+ I am stuck having to care for one that never worked right and that I never understood. Talk about baggage, eh? That brought tears to my eyes to write, so I guess I am on to something.