Five Minute Friday: Grit

Hello and happy Friday! It’s Five minute Friday and I’m joining Lisa-Jo at the Gypsy Mama. Won’t you join us?

    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.

Today’s Prompt: Grit

…I’m learning can’t be found in the smooth places. It’s not on the swept up floors, or the wiped clean slate. Grit isn’t found in the spic and span, clean enough to eat off of surfaces. Not that I have any of those anyway.

It’s found in the crevices, in the down and dirty. Grit is tracked in and spilled out and in the places that send me running and looking for a place to hide. I find my grit in the place where I have to pull myself up by the proverbial boot straps. It gets in my shoes and in my pants so much so that it’s uncomfortable to sit down or stand up until I shake every last particle loose.

The grit, the dirt and grime, builds something in me. The desire to hide, to get rid of it at any cost, and it rubs me the wrong way. Just like that tiny piece of sand rubs that oyster so raw it produces a pearl. I want my grit to make a pearl. One that shines and shimmers and begs people to come closer for a second look because it is just so beautiful. And then they want a pearl of their own. But, I’ll tell them first that it takes grit. And it’s going to hurt a little bit, or maybe a lot, and you can’t shake it loose or your pearl gets lost with it.

Stop.

Well, I’m off to read what everyone else wrote. I’d love to meet you there.

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