I am cheerful. My soul is cheerful, my spirit optimistic. My soul dances every morning. Yes, that's how I wake up, how I motivate myself, how I get my day going. Wow, seriously? my inner critic says. That's stupid and embarrassing. I challenge my inner critic to a dance off. My inner critic does its best, has a few good turns, but mostly just sneers. I win, of course. My soul has all the coolest moves.