In the pocket

Flowing naturally in the stream of life in a constant forward motion. Vibrating off of the complimentary frequencies, gliding effortlessly through life. When you're in the pocket everything seems to run smoothly and come easily. There is no need to force things to work out; everything simply falls into place. The pockets acts as a metaphorical lubricant theatre preventing friction therefore protecting against abrasion associated with getting dry fucked by life. The pocket may also be helpful as a form of isolation. a "bullshit barrier" or cloak of impermeablitlty. Basically while "in the pocket" nothing outside of the pocket can harsh your mellow or strue your pockety path.

Only you

She overcame every hurdle successfully and without any problems as if she possessed some kind of natural ability to navigate through life. She is definitely in the pocket.