The good with the bad

If I were given the task of writing a dictionary of phraseology, and I had to define the term, "good feeling," I would say that it's when "your old-skinny pants become your new-fat pants."

Also, I would say it's when "your sitter tells you your daughter made her business in the big girl potty."

And of course, when "you set a goal and meet it. On time. With flair."

If I had to define the term "sucktacular," it would definitely begin with when "your dermatologist tells you yes, you have developed 'Adult Acne' and no, you can't choose to have it on your ass instead."

Or, when "your old-skinny/new-fat pants become your new-old-skinny/merely-just-roomy pants."

And, finally, "sucktacular" can be defined as when "your deadlines are not, in fact, met, and get pushed back because of poor customer service so unbelievably irritating you can't even commit the full detailed story to print without seething in rage and wanting to throttle people half a continent away who, frankly, could give a crap if your project launches on time or if their end of the bargain is met because hey-- they get freakin' paid anyway."

It's not that I had a bad day. Parts of it were good. It's not that I had a good day. Because parts of it were flippin' sucktacular. Tonight's amazing full moon is a reminder that life is about the waxing and waning of tides in our lives; sometimes life builds on the good, and there is an upswing. Other times, the bad waxes, and the good ebbs away. Occasionally, however, life achieves some form of balance, and is neither heavily handed one way or the other. It's simply well rounded and filled with both.