This post comes to you from a rather unusual location; I wrote it sitting at a pub surrounded by men, beer and a good deal of testosterone.

World Cup fever grabbed hold of my husband and on Friday he asked if I would please spend a part of our day off together in front of a big screen watching the England vs. Algeria match.
As the game got under way, and I glanced around the pub, this question came to mind:
What’s important?
Many of the fans wore the bright red of the English team. My husband Mark, suddenly overcome by a desire to show his support, impulsively bought himself a jersey, instantly branding himself a member of the English tribe.
Fanatic – a person with an extreme and uncritical enthusiasm or zeal, as in religion or politics
The servers even wore specially made T-shirts that read,“It’s not soccer, it’s football, you wanker!”
To those fans, in that pub…the answer to what’s important was obvious.
To me, the answer to the question”What’s important?” was spending time with Mark, even if it meant turning my back on work and doing something that was not on my top 10 list of things to do on my day off.
What is really important?
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