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No man is more unhappy than he who never faces adversity. For he is not permitted to prove himself.

~ Seneca ~

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Adversity

Challenge

Abrasion

Grating

Rasping

Grating

Chafing

Resistance

Pressure

FRICTION

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Guess what has to happen in order for you to grow, people? FRICTION! No matter what you call all the little cluster fucks that happen in your life, they are happening to make you stronger, better fortified, and more resilient! With that, and since I was originally going to date this post for “the day” between “National Diamond Day” and “National Sword Day”, but couldn’t find find a date for either, here I am ROCKING this on “National JEWEL Day” today, instead! Lol. Didja catch that? “Rock”! Yes, that pun was intended!

Meanwhile, let’s take a minute to think about all the shit that’s gone wrong for you. Chances are you either learned, changed, fixed, developed, or maybe even LOST something that’s given you an entire new perspective, set of skills, and better yet … APPRECIATION for what you DO have as a result.

It’s we been statistically proven since the dawn of mankind that those who’ve endured extreme amounts of friction in their life are happier, more fulfilled, and at peace. I mean, HELLO? Have you MET me? I’m a 100 carat, D-Flawless diamond of epic proportion with light literally SCREAMING through every facet etched into my soul while I was CARBON being crystallized by pressure, heat, and FRICTION!

Being a piece of coal subjected to unfathomable pressure and temperatures for upwards of 3 billion years is hard, but not becoming the diamond you were intended to become, is an actual living tragedy. DO THE HARD STUFF MY FRIENDS, because sometimes the easy way out can actually cost you EVERYTHING! Hmm. Now that I think of it, maybe this is why I’ve always been FASCINATED by diamonds. They’re tactile proof that behind most every beautiful thing were unspeakable amounts of pain, pressure, and toil. As it turns out, I was a fuckin’ 5 carat, D-color, FLAWLESS and PRICELESS solitaire all along, it just took me a long HOT minute to figure it out!

(“Under Pressure“)

Lol. Why do you think I love my diamonds so much? (HINT: It’s NOT because I’m trying to flaunt my wealth!) I have adored them since I was just a little girl with no idea of their value, literally or metaphorically, and been wearing the ever loving SHINE out of them even when I was sleeping on a pull out in a one bedroom with my Frog Prince of a husband who eventually had me dripping in them.

Oh, yah! That picture there at left? No, that’s not my diamond, but it is a picture of a ring I’d found in a magazine ad once upon a time when the king and I were waiting in a doctor’s office. It wasn’t until years later, the day after he was gone, that I found it while going through his wallet. It was taped it to the back of his Social Security card as a reference until the day would eventually came when he could have one just like it made for me and slap it on my finger. BAM! “My Big Mac!” Yes, I’m proud of it, and nope, I’ll never stop wearing it until the day Gia’s future husband comes calling for her hand and it passes to her in legacy.

Whenever I see a diamond, be it “dust sized” or the nearly flawless one he frosted me with that I’ll never stop wearing (even when I’m in public in my dumpster dive clothes and plastic crowns) I see MYSELF: Power and grace in risen “shine” built from one of the most resilient substances on this Earth: FRICTION!

i AM a diamond!

i AM a living sword!

i AM the living embodiment of what happens when mortal flesh and bone are subjected to FRICTION!