Twirling In My Happy Zone

Twirling in my happy zone I give a little smile, now chilling. Bird comes by tweeting. I feel a little lift, releasing the bad. Was it a wren or robin? Sparrow perhaps. It is trilling. Whirling of the day shows me so much joy to be had. The window shows a gloomy day, but I ignore this completely. Living in my own world, I can recreate enthusiasm and happy joy. My imagination creates a world of fantasy, beautifully and neatly. Here comes a grumpy person, I step over them as if they are a toy. I dance my troubles into a storm sewer and continue down the street. The key to excitement is to focus on the best outcomes as they say. I hear someone say “She is always smiling. She is really rather neat. It is up to me to fool my brain into having a happy time every day.