I am in the flow of life.

Drop a stick in a river and watch what actually happens. It gets caught behind a rock near the bank and sits there for twenty minutes going nowhere, then something shifts upstream and it is gone before you look up.

Flow has a reputation for smoothness, all momentum and no snags. Rivers aren't like that. They are mostly slow water with the occasional stretch of violence, and both count as the river. Being carried is not the same as making visible progress, which is what makes a stuck month so hard to read. The current never stopped. It has been working on the rock.