Mara stared at the spider on her wall. ‘I am brave,’ she whispered. She inched forward… then screamed, knocking over a lamp. The spider escaped. ‘Okay, next affirmation: I am flexible.’ She bent backward like a noodle, arms flailing. A neighbor pounded on the wall. ‘STOP FLEXING!’ Mara grinned. ‘See? Positivity works!’
