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Who's in your corner?

Today's subject is more of food for thought. Of late I've been on a quest of building more of my character and well this particular subject is closely related which aids the same. Let's get into it;

"Choose good friends!", a sermon I had attended by default on basis of being in the family I am in. I had heard it one to many times but if I'm honest I only started thinking about it practically not too long ago. My view has shifted from choosing friends who aren't bad to choosing instrumental friends.
Some of our great icons; Bill Gates, co-founder of Microsoft; Steve Jobbs, co- founder Derek of apple; Jack Ma, co-founder of Alibaba to name a few started their businesses with their friends! What friends do I have? What friends do you have?!
Who's in your corner?

I started watching this new serie thanks to my roomie and friend,Taonga. It's called 'Self made' if you're curious or will be interested after I elaborate abit do check it out.
For a brief background story it's a new serie based on the success story of the first self made black female millionaire in the Guinness book of world records, Madam CJ Walker.

In every success story there are antagonists that try to frustrate the cause. And yes that point in this story came too and it got me thinking about who is in my corner.
When everyone around me calls me crazy for my vision, who would believe in me enough to support my cause. Who would pick me up when I fall. Check on how I'm doing. Keep me in check. A team, a unit, a system.

"You are the average of the 5 peeople you choose to associate with the most." - Jim Rome.
Let's meet the ideal 5 shall we;

Your cheerleader; When all around no one, not even yourself believes in you. At this point your cheerleader steps in rooting for you because they can see your potential. A cheerleader can change the trajectory of one's life.

Your mentor;
Primary role is to point you to the right direction. The mentor setting doesn't matter be it formal or not.
You're looking at 2 key things; someone who is willing to share information and someone with the capacity to point you to the right direction . You'll know this person because they have the information for you to consume ; podcasts, blogs, videos, articles, events all for your betterment. You'd think all the article writers, bloggers, vloggers you name it you follow are it but the missing link is how do you get somewhere when you're being pointed in different directions by all of them?

Your coach; Makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable so you can maximise your potential and make things happens. Sometimes you'd want to be in a particular position but you'd do better in another, there your coach comes in. For instance you are a remarkable marketer but you insist on planning.

A friend
; Knows your truest heart desires; stands by you consistently both when you are present and when you are not; authentic and honest with You.

A peer; Someone at your own level. If you are a 10th grader, other high school students are your peers.You're in the same field and will always keep your head in the game.

Your corner for sure can be your spring board or your diving board but it sure can't be your foundation.
Establish what you want to do and you run with it with the support of the ideal 5 and surely committing your plans to God who permits them.
"Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and he will establish your plans." Proverbs 16:3

On the other hand It's easy to get caught up with yourself, whose corner are you in?
The habit of self betterment never goes out of fashion.
"He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harms."
Proverbs 13:20

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