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 BE INTENTional


There is nothing absolutely wrong in  focusing on what works for you at the moment in spite


of a problem in your life.


Problems are wired into the world and it can be a connector to a possible future, range of emotions and possibilities you may never imagined lies within you.


If your marriage is not working at the moment and your "Happy ever after" seem to be an awry of tumultuous adventure doesn't mean your life should be "suspended" or focused on that problem. While you're negotiating a possible balance with your spouse you must not leave other areas of your life unattended. 


You must excel at what your true essence is, all that you were made for before you ever said "I do"


Once, I was scheduled for an event when my sister suddenly passed away. It was such a cold moment being thrown into an unexpected pool of grief. At this moment I had to take on the advice of an elderly couple way back in college who once told me that though we experience or encounter problems in life we must have the courage to pick what's important at each moment. 


I went ahead to schedule the meeting which had a lasting impression and impact on the audience.


My questions: What if I choose to grieve on and miss that moment? Does it mean I love my sister less? Nope! Remember, your pain is not more painful than the person next to  you.  However, we grieve differently.


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