Bree stood in the park, reciting affirmations. ‘I am capable! I am worthy!’ She tripped over a bench, but bounced back. ‘I am resilient!’ A pigeon swooped down, snatching her snack. She grinned. ‘I am adaptable!’ The pigeon dropped the snack back. She ate it. ‘I am grateful!’ The pigeon pecked her hand. ‘I am… loved?’ The pigeon flew away. She laughed. ‘Okay, maybe next time.’
