Every cell of my body is filled with positivity, happiness, and love.

Consider the cut on your thumb from last Tuesday. Nobody supervised it. While you slept, argued, watched something bad on television, an enormous coordinated effort closed it.

Cells do not wait for your mood to improve before starting work. They carry on through your worst weeks, on your behalf, without applause and without asking how you feel about them.

Whatever you want to call that — positivity, love, plain biology — it is already running. You are not being asked to generate it from scratch today. You are being asked to notice you are on a team.