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150 Days of Gems * A Reflection*

Each day, I would wake up and get a precious gem. There wasn't a day that they were ever the same, yet all of them were equally valuable.
There came a day when I had more gems than I knew what to do with. They filled my pockets, they surrounded my feet, they consumed me. I didn't know how to clear them. I didn't know how to sort them. I didn't know how to leave them. I loved them so much. Still, each day I continued to receive each gem. Ever fatigued by the weight and quantity of them I smiled as I received them and frowned immediately after as I pondered what to do with them. I was in over my head.
So, I decided to throw them away. I lamented over the loss, but I didn't know what to do with them. I valued them, and I loved them but I couldn't make them work for me. Instead I just allowed myself to be consumed, and my lack of a plan led to frustration and eventually gave way to resignation. I let my gems go.
Upon giving them up, I suddenly had space to think about what I would do if I ever came across a gem again. With that revelation, I suddenly had a new gem that was as beautiful and precious as all the others I once had...and it was enough.
Each day, life give you a precious gem. There isn't a day that they are ever the same, yet all of them are equally valuable.

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