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Inauguro em minha vida uma fase muito bacana, desejada e planejada.

Este blog foi criado pela ideia e sugestão de uma querida amiga, chamada Luanna a quem devo muitas coisas que sei, inclusive o nome deste Blog.

Ele foi uma das 20 coisas que realizei depois de um treinamento que marcou minha vida e minha trajetória. Mais do que isso: ele 
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O livro "Efeito Sombra" é uma leitura complicada. Apesar de não ser lá muita novidade o que os autores trazem de ideias, tem coisas duras de se ler.

Uma delas que me fez refletir muito foi que precisamos dos nossos "inimigos". Ele ocupa um lugar de desenvolvimento em nosso insconsciente.

Como isso é possível? Simples. Ele nos desafia. Nos faz ficar em estado de alerta, atentos, com a 
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A busca por ela não é simples e nem para covardes: é para sempre e só para dignos e corajosos.

Exige desapego, autoconfiança e amor próprio, além de oferecer algo que tantos humanos passam as encarnações buscando: o Essencial.

Essencial, sim, em letra maiúscula, pois é nome próprio de algo Divino. Talvez 
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No momento em que me faço profundas perguntas sobre 'prá onde' e, principalmente, 'por que' me deparo com um reencontro: falas, passagens, e-mails, dedicatórias de um antigo, amado e grande Mestre.

Reencontrando essas coisas todas, algo me arranca um sorriso fácil dos lábios: eu me lembro de como fui formada. 

Me 
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Bonito tudo isso, não é verdade? Parece que só parece ser.

Aprendi que se algo me acontece - de bom ou de ruim - algum estímulo eu dei para isso. Seja ele consciente ou inconsciente. Ou seja, algum elemento eu dei para que a fusão química entre 'Tatiana + O Outro = XPTO' acontecesse.

E sempre me 
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A cultura das empresas (ou de um país, sociedade) - e também podemos traçar um paralelo com a nossa própria imagem pessoal - é a imagem, a leitura que as pessoas tem do seu ambiente de trabalho/país/sociedade.

E isso independe do que se pendura nas paredes ou se coloca nas campanhas de 
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Li outro dia num livro bem interessante que quando emprestamos nosso julgamento a um ato, mais especificamente aquilo que consideramos "pecado", dividimos o peso da cruz com o "pecador" de origem. Faz 
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E o ponto que mais me gera queima de massa encefálica é: qual é o limite das coisas?

Ontem com essa pergunta na cabeça me lembrei de um texto excelente de um amigo chamado José Carlos. O texto chama-se 'Linha Tênue' e me ajudou a elaborar um pouco mais este texto.

Uma das coisas que ele
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Recebe água e, depois de separar os 3 grãos, toma para sentir se está na temperatura que lhe agrada. Se não estiver, olha prá cima para sinalizar que está quente demais.

Come a comida intercalando entre esta e a água.

Depois do ritual da 
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Coisas que não sei o que fazer, como fazer, com quem fazer. A sensação é bem estranha, pois me acostumei a ter sempre uma 'cartola de criatividade interna' para resolver problemas, e ao mesmo tempo alegre.

Algo me fez mudar de posição e perceber que mesmo as coisas que sei me escapam. O que antes parecia
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O tom mais latente, a maior busca de gestores e pessoas dentro das organizações é pelo RESULTADO.

"Faça rápido, certo, mais (mais barato e mais do que te pedem), faça com menos, deseje intensamente e fique atento a tudo ao seu redor; as oportunidades estão para aqueles que querem ver."

Concordo com 
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Melhor amiga: "Tá doido? Você vai querer defender a 'Rocha'?"

Com essas duas falas de duas amadas pessoas da minha vida começou - ou re-começou - uma antiga discussão interna e que, certamente, permeia muitos dias das mulheres da modernindade.

Como bem lembrou meu marido, minha mãe já dizia: "Criei-a para brigar com homem."

Aí a
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Percebo que os momentos em que mais perdemos energia (em todos os sentidos da palavra) não é quando decidimos mal por uma coisa ou outra. É quando não decidimos para que lado vamos seguir.

Passei por momentos intensos nos últimos tempos com relação a isso e foi 
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Ao fazer isso, ele ofereceu novas possibilidades e uma possível forma colorida dela ver a própria casa e o próprio espaço.

Durante o processo da mudança, tudo parecia bacana, uma aventura e ela
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As coisas chegam em nossa vida no exato momento em que precisam chegar. 

Muitos fatos têm se apresentado para mim dessa maneira: aparentemente desconectados, algumas vezes trazendo um certo sofrimento, mas a resposta vem. Chega. E responde.

Aprendi vagarosa e 
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Por mais experiente, mais equilibrado, mais sensato que seja, sempre teremos um momento, O momento crucial de decidir para que lado ir e esse é dose.

Escolher jamais foi para o ser humano algo agradável, mesmo que as escolhas nos tragam bons frutos e tenhamos certeza. Escolher significa abandonar algo para ficar com 
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E sobre isso já ouvi de tudo: minha missão é ser mãe, minha missão é espalhar amor pelo mundo, minha missão é ajudar as pessoas, minha missão é...

Via de regra, o 'título' da missão aparece voltada 'para fora', para o outro, para o mundo. E normalmente é algo 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ITP1qJZ4RO0Ze3eqx2yUgfXzDwE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ITP1qJZ4RO0Ze3eqx2yUgfXzDwE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CabeaDelantejola/~4/fQ0-DfKG7tg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cabecadelantejola.blogspot.com/2011/01/sao-apenas-cereais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQ3s8fCp7ImA9Wx9RGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303859872860409838.post-4747094277938915250</id><published>2010-12-19T23:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:02:52.574-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-20T09:02:52.574-02:00</app:edited><title>O Ano da Transformação</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cabecadelantejola.blogspot.com/feeds/4747094277938915250/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://cabecadelantejola.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-ano-da-transformacao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303859872860409838/posts/default/4747094277938915250?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303859872860409838/posts/default/4747094277938915250?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CabeaDelantejola/~3/KcvRn209r-Q/o-ano-da-transformacao.html" title="O Ano da Transformação" /><author><name>Tatiana Alvares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10411061794622700640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCIHCwjgHgU/TzAdQqPNYKI/AAAAAAAAASM/k0WwjWzCIao/s220/Foto%2Bcriada%2Bem%2B2012-02-05%2B%25C3%25A0s%2B13.00%2B%25233.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Esse foi um ano especial e marcante em minha história. Foi o ano da visão e da transformação.Foi um ano intenso, no qual não faltaram momentos de reviradas do baú, descobertas, redescobertas, possibilidades, decisões difíceis... Um ano de ações duras e necessárias que fizeram do meu caminho e do caminho daqueles que estão ao meu lado modificar.2010 já começou prometendo ser profundamente 
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