I think I like to think of:
Humming birds in green and pink;
Iridescent feathery down;
Wearing silk clothes and a golden crown;
Marching through the town to the roar of the crowd;
Winning something wonderful and being proud;
Being so cool and sweatless I never need use roll-on;
Being confident I know the right way to use a semi-colon.

Whenever I feel my heart begin to sink
I can woosh it right back up - if I only think.

My Dad used to say to me, "You think too much."
He had a point because I used to over-analyse everything and then not do anything.
These days when I get a brain fog - I think fun things to clear it and it works :)
Sort of a nerdy way of fighting fire with fire I suppose.
Poetry as a mental cleanser works well for me - so I will stick with it.