BGF Youth Connection Session

Things you dislike about yourself:

1. I put too much pressure on myself

2. My expectations are too high

3. I can't manage my emotions well

4. I have an unhealthy tendency to belittle myself

Things I love about myself:

1. I am disciplined

2. I try as much as I can to stay optimistic

3. Sometimes, I'm just plain awesome

Things I did today that are positive:

1. Met new people

2. Reunited with high school friends

3. Enjoyed the YCS session

4. Had some really good almond cake

Positive things that you see in others:

1. Positivity

2. Ability to cope well with studies

3. Confidence

4. Skillfulness

5. Effective self-management

YCS was really good and I'm glad I accepted the invitation. Ending this with something I learned today: ALL, is well.

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