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Middle School Monday: Zero to 60: A Teen’s Guide to Manage Frustration, Anger, and Everyday Irritations by Michael A. Tompkins
How did you feel the last time you got really mad? What thoughts were you having? How did your body feel? What were the first signs that your anger could get explosive?
This book is made up of many different components: the voice of the author, the voices of teens, and exercises to help you manage your body and your mind. It has lots of questions and worksheets that will show teens how to manage their anger, work towards conflict resolution, meditate, and cool themselves down.
Recommended for older kids, teens, and adults who work with young people and want to help them overcome their emotional roadblocks.
@kokobot is my new favorite hobby. I had no clue anything like this existed and the replies I’ve gotten + the thank you notes are one of the only things that making me happy right now. 🤍 I’m so happy I got them in my inbox when I did.
To help with the success of 100 days of productivity, I want to live stream my workday. Ugh. Yuck. Hard. No. Stop. Ouch. Yuck. Naptime?
I might go for another round of 100 days of productivity - at least in regards to study and writing project completion. Being able to work forty hours a week effectively will help me feel ready to take on other projects.
I am currently seeking part-time employment that is flexible and remote. I am kind of getting stir crazy so going out more is in order - aside from my own lunacy and bad habits (smoking). It's funny because I thought I clicked on the "happy-worker bee" mentality. I take baby steps but have accomplished so much more than I thought I did.
I have thought about this before. So much self-reflection and insight are required to make large strides on goals. Right now, I am pleased with completing morning pages for the first time this week and writing a few beautiful haikus. Outside of that, I have been reading more and completing work related to freelance writer and monetizing my numerous blogs. I don't update the blogs on other platforms enough (Medium I'm looking at you) but I am getting there.
Writing about something topical other than the yearnings of my heart will be a nice change.
When I started the 100 Days of Productivity, I had the aim of working on FCC and Data Camp. I found SV Academy and pivoted to a seemingly lucrative opportunity. Reminding myself I am not ready for full-time employment is humbling but something I am working toward. I can understand now why my peers chose to take off from NYC, live in the country, and bake their own bread. I have a similar aim but a sweet loft in the West Village seems pretty neat. Supper club, Salon, Meeting with artists and other creative types - what a metropolitan dream. No coke, please. Maybe a few glasses of wine. Maybe.
I have been nursing several romanti-crushes that haven't resulted much more in inspired writing and getting chat-banned. Thank you, hot unavailable men. You are too cutie patootie for me.
It's a big part of my life because like most long-term singles that suddenly realize they want to date - you just want to be noticed and you know, romanced? I feel silly because those trysts may not amount to more than a sore back and empty wallet. (I'm hoping for no loss of resources including back function).
Day 4 of being Covid-19 positive. Days started great. No fever, no headache. Slept really well last night. Life's a good again. Then came afternoon with realisation that I've lost the taste buds. Everything is either bland or bitter. Same goes for my wife. Then came fever, 103 degrees. Back on bed. With several blankets on top to sweat away the fever. God! Give me strength to endure this.
Things are starting to look darker again, and quite frankly I’m scared out of my mind. Because I’m starting to believe that no matter what good I have in my life that the darkness will always take over. I feel alone again, I’m starting to truly believe that I’m just a burden. For a while I thought that I mattered and that I was putting good out in the world but lately it seems like I’ve been screwing everything up, I don’t want to be the person who only brings negative energy because I try so hard to put positivity out in the world. ￼ One thing I’ve realized is that I am broken and I truly don’t believe that anyone or anything will be able to fix that because if you glue a shattered plate back together it’s still got cracks, it’s still barely holding it self together and you have to treat it so gently so it doesn’t completely shatter again. And I’m starting to believe with all my heart I am nothing more than a shattered plate I’m already broken and as many times as you want to try glue me back together I’m never going to be whole again. And I just wanna be happy that’s all, I just want to be happy and I want the people around me to be happy but I don’t know how to do that. I’m not strong anymore. Every single day is a battle, I have to put on my fake face and pretend. Because nobody wants the sad girl and I found that out along time ago. And I’m very sorry how depressing this post is because I try really hard to put positive on this page but today is really hard and I’m shaking too bad to write this all down in my journal and it feels better just put it on here, it’s easier. A big part of why I don’t understand how the world works is that there’s people out there with cancer and other awful illnesses and that they’re going to die even though they want to stay so bad and if they have family and friends they want to keep fighting to stay on this earth for but then there’s people like me who want death so badly but is too afraid to do anything about it, why can’t I be the one with cancer? Why can’t I take that burden away from somebody who truly wants to live and take their pain.￼￼￼ away. I saw this quote when I was little; a therapist told the person who is going to therapy and said￼ “maybe life just isn’t for everyone” And I know my mother and father wanted a baby￼￼￼ but would they have wanted me if they knew I was going to turn out like this? ￼