Every day you are different:
You jump and rejoice for no reason, cry for a “global” reason, hysteria that spring is not so sunny, you are puzzled that friends have become strangers, and a new portion of ice cream only spoils the mood.
It's you, it's me!
This is your inner queen singing a hymn to tantrums and sudden joys! Different, but dear and beloved. And it is better to relate to everything with at least a slight note of humor or to have a couple of drops of sparkling in stock.