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 LOGS FROM THE VOID To access the journals, consider subscribing to JJFBbennett via: Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/1809829/join   DeviantArt : https://www.deviantart.com/jjfbbennett/subscriptions Meta Subscriber Hub for exclusive content: https://www.facebook.com/JohnBennettArt/subscribenow?surface=pinned_comments The Highway and the Lost Soldier What began in Journal 001 as "T he Whisper of the Rust ", a haunting, ancient frequency in the desert static that lured travellers into the spinifex, soon became a physical threat in Journal 002 " The Salt and the Sinew ", as a crawling, unnatural drought began parching the land and its people, reclaiming their very moisture as an ancient debt.  Now, in Journal 003: The Tithe of the Living , this relentless hunger has materialised on the Stuart Highway as "The Thirst That Walks." Even the sealed, air-conditioned sanctuary of a tourist bus cannot protect the living, as a single open door is all it takes for t...
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Sad Sad Songs

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Questions


  • Are your dream realistic?
  • When do you move on?
  • What do you have that you need to let go?
  • How do you give up riding a dead horse?
  • How do you replace a failure with a new dream?
  • Should you disengage because of difficulty?
  • How do you create a brighter future when the present is dark?

Statements


  • Finding it difficult in deciding how to move past an issue.
  • Only remembering emotionally stimulated events and not day by day activity.
  • It is a challenge to keep up and move with change.

Emotional Intelligence

  • recognize your own emotions and how they affect your thoughts and behavior, know your strengths and weaknesses, and have self-confidence.
  • You’re able to control impulsive feelings and behaviors, manage your emotions in healthy ways, take initiative, follow through on commitments, and adapt to changing circumstances.
  • You can understand the emotions, needs, and concerns of other people, pick up on emotional cues, feel comfortable socially, and recognize the power dynamics in a group or organization.
  • You know how to develop and maintain good relationships, communicate clearly, inspire and influence others, work well in a team, and manage conflict. 


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