"Show me some of that genetic moxie," he said.

When he said it I was instantly infuriated.
Livid.
Then I realized I actually had no idea what it meant.

 mox·ie   [mok-see] 

1. vigor; verve; pep. 

2. courage and aggressiveness; nerve. 

3. skill; know-how. 

 Its true, I have a genetic moxie. Its the part of me I am most proud of, the thing that was so crippled for so long. Though this path I am cutting out from the brush is consistently tangled and messy, I am learning to enjoy it.

The eb and the flow. The good and really fucking bad.

 I feel like I am holding back a secret. Like I know an answer that someone is looking for. I hold the key. I am the treasure at the end of the rainbow. I am very careful and calculated not to unleash it on just anyone. It must be just the right person.