Pressure.

Different levels. Different types. Different reasons. It can be suffocating or liberating. It’s just so dam character building I guess. Another word was in my mind but I’m a lady so I won’t write it.

Heat and pressure of Earth’s gravity create a diamond. When an irritant makes it’s way into an oyster, the oyster fights back the pressure to smooth it over and create a lustrous pearl. I am hoping I am a gem inside because all this pressure drives me to new levels of prayer.

I am just looking forward to the day when that deep breath in yoga feels even better. I can see beyond the troubles. I have just recently gone through a divorce, one that I had to paid for, my daughter is getting married Thursday, my mom’s dementia gets worse every week and I still have the pressures of teaching my second grade angels in North Philly, during a pandemic. Traffic, clean house, gym, bike ride (in which I TOTALLY LOVE) , oh, and by the way, I have been diagnosed with endometrial cancer. I read somewhere that it is very common and they seem to have a handle on the fix. Doesn’t sound like I’ll need chemo. So, I got that going for me. Oh, and my ex husband wants to throw more into the mix by washing and shredding our stimulus check. *insert eye rolling emoji here*.

I’ve had enough please. I am strong. I get it. I will get through it. God only gives me what I can handle. I can lift a Buick. I am a badass. I get it. Please be done with me now. I oughta be a diamond now, or at least a pearl. There must be a reason.

I love you. Have a great night and thanks for listening.

joyce