I bought these earrings myself. $25. Church silent auction. They’re butterflies – something anyone who keeps up-to-date with on this blog realizes is a favorite symbol of mine.
But despite the lack of cost (and let’s face it, almost lack of diamond), there’s something about being able to tell myself that I bought my first diamond earrings all by myself. There’s something in that message that I’ve always found empowering.
I find many jewels beautiful, but the diamond has this reputation that’s hard to shake as being a gemstone of worth in society. My earrings are certainly not like the baubles on the fingers of celebrities that roam this town. And that’s fine. I grasp not at the diamond as this visual object since obviously most people would likely not see them in my earrings without squinting (maybe), but rather how much this fraction of something could hold more worth than even the largest diamond.
Don’t get me wrong. If someone wanted to give me the Cullinan diamond I wouldn’t necessarily say no, but my desire for that would be monetary. I don’t love these earrings because they’re $25. I love them because they remind me that no matter where I am in life and the future, achievements don’t have to be grand; they don’t even have to glimmer like diamonds in the sun to be worth more than even the largest diamond in the world.
Ultimately you define for your own self what it means to be successful and happy. If it’s about getting the largest diamond in the world (or heck – the universe!), by all means go ahead, but remember the steps that took you there and enjoy every minute of the journey as if they were tiny diamonds you bought all by yourself.