The Loss of One's Very Important Mojo

That's right, I said it right out loud.  Ever feel that way?  Like a hack, a wannabe?  Like suddenly the door will resound with pounding and standing there on your front stoop will be a dude who is shaking his head, telling you, "Don't know how you fooled them for this long, but pack your crap!  It's time to go!"

I have been feeling this way for far too long.  I must resume the quest for my very important mojo....  I lost it somewhere between the Bucket List and Christmas.  Must have fallen between the seats, although I have turned my round rump upside down, grunting and clawing blindly in the dark to absolutely no avail whatsoever.  My mojo is missing.

If you would help me find it I would be so very grateful.  It is unassuming, yet alarming.  It is small but can fill a room full with very little effort.  It is loud and boisterous and the absolute life of the party and I cannot seem to locate it anywhere! It is very important that I find it soon.  It cannot live without me, after all it is mine and I am its...  Ahem...  I think it is hiding from me on purpose!