The last two Serenity Saturdays, I have been dropping tea instead of reminding you to take a breath and embrace each task ahead of you. I hope that you liked the switch up! That’s just me. Always changing. Always having the need to surprise myself. Always breaking the mold. I’m not asking you to be a rebel like me. But what I am asking is that you take stock of your life and reach the once…unreachable. 🙌🏽 I’m currently still on cloud 9 with the Ex Factor (still trying to come up with his new name). However, I want to let all my loyal readers know that I’m the Mary J, Blige of the blogging world…not a Keyshia Cole. No matter how happy Mary got…she never forgot how to tap into the pain and serve it to us. Keyshia, while I love her dearly, got happy, lost the ability to give us that pain we so yearn for, and then got unhappy but still managed to escape tapping into that good pain. Why is pain so important even the midst of happiness? It reminds us that we are alive. We feel. We lose. We love. We win. It’s like working for a degree for years and breaking down in tears of joy on graduation day. We earned that shit!🙌🏽 It didn’t just fall into our laps. We cried. We mourned. We almost fucking destroyed ourselves. That’s the journey of my love with the Ex Factor. It is ugly. It is spirit breaking. It is soul sucking but that’s my man…that’s my love. What we have and are about to build are a product of our blood, sweat, and tears. There were times when one of us temporarily gave up while the other fought that battle silently. There were times I never thought I would feel this loved. There were times I knew my friends and family (minus Junior because he always believed in us) thought I had lost my fucking mind. I. Did. Feel. Insane. At. Times. But that’s OUR love. So many hurt words and broken promises. So many times I asked God to deliver me pass it. Instead HE took me through it even in times when I felt my spirit had long left my body! I kept saying the pain was too much to bare and HE said come on child…you were built for this. I left time and time again but what was mine was always waiting for me. My story will never be without pain because pain reminds me to breathe again. It reminds me that there will be times to inhale and exhale. I could only enjoy these happy moments to the fullest by reflecting on the years of sorrow. Pain should not cripple us. Pain should give us the push we need to fight for our lives…our love. So never…forget…the pain. And remember to breathe through it!🙌🏽 ~KJM hoping to be the Mary J. Blige of the blogging world on this beautiful Charm School Monday.