Remember those Chicken Soup for the Soul books? I remember when I was a Conflict Manager in 8th grade and we taught 15 minutes empowerment-ish lessons during third period for all the classes in the school (I very much remember teaching Mr. Ferguson's 3rd period science class). I digress, per usual. The "textbook" we used for a majority of our lessons was Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. Even then, I thought our lessons were pretty garbage. It was good times though. Managing conflicts was hilarious. We did it in this tiny little storage closet in the 200 building, or wherever the Language Arts classes were at Bernardo-Yorba Middle School. When you're 13, you don't have very serious conflicts. But there were lots of tears in those management sessions anyway. Looking back on it, how the hell was I trained enough to manage people's conflicts? They must have known it was all malarky.
For me, personally, reaching for a cup of tea is more soothing for my soul than anything. Particularly if it's of jasmine green tea origin. And loose leaf. And brewed in something beautiful, like this French press. Even thinking about it is making me relax. And I've been pretty worked up all evening.
If I wasn't so lazy and it wasn't so cold, I'd go make myself some tea right now. But I'm lazy and it's cold.
I think a Japanese cherry green tea pot de creme would be delightful. I'll have to make a note to make it.
