Mara muttered, “I am focused,” as she stared at her blank document. Suddenly, her phone buzzed—text from her mom: “Did you feed the cat?” She groaned. “I am productive!” she declared, then knocked over a stack of papers. Undeterred, she yelled, “I am confident!” as she tripped over her own feet, landing in a potted plant. Her boss peered in. “You okay?” “I’m… excellent,” she said, dirt in her hair.
