full of moxie and viscosity

Just when you think everything is copacetic, crazy stuff happens. Your family gets into a little tiff, you run out of money all of a sudden, you lose an earring, you remember why you started writing in the first place, you get lonely...

But it's all a process, a cycle, a circle. I wouldn't have one without the other. The nice times are soft and smooshy, but the bad times are easy to lay back into, also. It's just a matter of perspective.