I like myself better when I'm optimistic

I think I would like a small shot glass rimmed with lime and something salty covered in cheese (I won't be particular). And I would like painlessness, and a goose that lays golden eggs. I would like a room filled with candles and a new pair of shoes and I would like New Years Eve. Or maybe just a sense of assurance from the inside of me instead of outside. A way to tip out of my mind all these figures and dates and niggling worry and collect them in the drawer of my desk with the lock and shove it closed. Walk away lighter and back to my baseline sense of contentment. I'd like myself better.