I look to my future with hope and happiness.

Picture next year and most minds produce a list of things that could go wrong. Almost nobody spontaneously imagines an ordinary good afternoon in June.

That isn't pessimism, it's a design feature. Imagining threats had survival value. Imagining a nice lunch never did.

Which means the hopeful version has to be built deliberately. Sit with it for a minute — where you'd like to be living, who you'd like to be having dinner with, what you'd like to have finished by then.

It's no less accurate than the frightening version. Both are guesses. Only one of them is worth carrying around all week.