Jane sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, chanting, ‘I am capable, I am worthy, I am… a human tornado of productivity!’ Her cat, Sir Whiskers, stared back, unimpressed. She flipped to a new page in her journal: ‘Today, I will conquer my fears!’ A rogue sock flew past her head. ‘Ah,’ she said, dodging a flying stress ball. ‘Negative thoughts? Not today!’ The ceiling fan wobbled. Jane paused. ‘Wait—does this count as a positive affirmation or a curse?’ Sir Whiskers yawned, batting a pencil into the abyss. ‘I am grateful for my supportive pet!’ she shouted. The cat peed on her laptop. Jane froze. ‘I am… resilient…’ The screen blinked: ‘Low battery.’ She sighed. ‘Maybe tomorrow I’ll try affirmations for basic maintenance.’ Sir Whiskers sneezed, knocking over a vase. Jane grinned. ‘I am… endlessly adaptable!’
