full of moxie and viscosity

I used to really loathe all of the responsibilities associated with being an adult, or being on my own, as it were. But as things progress, I think I'm starting to understand that, really, we don't get to shirk those responsibilities, so we might as well freakin embrace them and buck up. I have to pay off all of the ugly credit cards I racked up in college. I have to pay all my other bills. I have to shower (not that showering is a particularly exclusively adult thing to do, or have to do, but it's still something I have to do that I don't always want to). I have to go to work and do things that are stupid (clean floors and smile at rude people, clean up poop, listen to crying).

They all make sense, though. None of it feels like it's for naught, and I guess that's a new feeling for me. I understand where it's all leading, and I'm okay with it.