John stood in front of the mirror, reciting affirmations. “I am confident,” he said, flexing. His cat, Mr. Whiskers, stared. “I am successful,” John declared, tripping over the rug. Mr. Whiskers yawned. “I am… excellent,” John groaned, as he face-planted into a potted plant. Mr. Whiskers sneezed. “Okay, maybe I need a different approach,” John muttered, as the plant dripped on his head.
