Linda stood in her living room, vacuum in hand, muttering, “I am capable.” The machine wheezed like a dying whale. She pumped the handle. Nothing. “I am powerful,” she declared, stomping the vacuum. It emitted a loud ‘blorp’ and spritzed cleaning fluid into her eye. “I AM IN CONTROL!” she shouted, yanking the cord. The vacuum sparked, sputtered, and caught fire. Linda stared, then whispered, “This is a temporary setback.” The flames licked the curtains. She nodded. “I am resilient.”
