Emotional Equilibrium Mastery

Managing, controlling, and understanding your own emotions, as well as being aware of the emotions of those around you, is what enables individuals to adapt and adjust their behaviour to suit their environment and guide their thinking towards a more beneficial outcome.

This outcome may relate to a difficult decision, work performance, interpersonal relationships, or even be a matter of self-care. You inevitably demonstrate how well you manage your emotions by showing your ability to relate well to others and foster cooperation.

For this to happen, it is necessary to learn how best to handle emotions and use them positively. Emotional responses arise from the things we pay attention to, but more importantly, they can be mediated by conscious thought.

Motivation, for example, is an emotion and, as such, fluctuates over time. Enthusiasm, on the other hand, is a cognitive state and can be actively triggered by willpower. When you feel unmotivated, it is not entirely impossible to regain your productivity by consciously seeking out what sparks your enthusiasm.

With this in mind, it is important to promote logical thinking and cognitive activity, which can redirect the emotional cascade along a different path. For emotions that cannot be easily overcome, it is crucial to accept them as they are and recognise the reason for their existence. Emotions are temporary, and difficult moments will inevitably pass — this is where patience proves to be a virtue.

It is also important to remember that many negative emotions can be attributed to irrational thoughts related to the past or future. Being aware of how emotions are affecting you in the present moment allows you to reason more effectively with yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

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