Optimism Crushes Me
I am filled with unstoppable Optimism. I am overflowing with it. I am consumed by Optimism. I am drowning in Optimism. Optimism is pressing on my chest. Optimism is surrounding me and giving me a forceful hug. Optimism is jumping on me, which seems unnecessary. Optimism, please stop jumping on me. No, I won’t stop, Optimism says. This is amazing, me jumping on your chest and head and torso, Optimism says. This is so amazing. Here’s a big one, ooh, I got some height on that one. Thanks, Optimism, I say. That feels great. I’m so looking forward to the future.