I am filled with confidence and joy.

These two rarely show up on the same morning.

Confidence is a working state — it arrives mid-task, while you're competent, often with no pleasure attached at all. Joy tends to ambush you off duty: a song in a shop, a dog on a beach, the first cold day that smells right.

Waiting for both at once means waiting a long while.

Take them separately instead. Some days you'll have steady hands and no lightness. Some days the reverse, and you'll get nothing done but laugh twice. Both count. Neither one is the counterfeit version of the other.