Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.

On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? (<—Tweet this!)

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 in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

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Grit…

GO

No one has it all together. No one gets it right 100% of the time.  No on is always wrong either.

We work on this thing called community. We work and sometimes it costs us in broken nails as we dig through all the layers of stuff no one’s willing to say out loud first. Sometimes it costs us in broken hearts when one of us gets tired of the work and calls time out.

Sometimes someone walks away.

Sometimes they don’t come back.

But sometimes some stay. They’re the blinking cursor at the end of my Skype box. They’re the call that does come. They’re the message at midnight that I am loved. That you are loved. That it’s messy and messy is OK.

We have permission to be broken if we’re willing to do the hard work of spit and glue and piecing the puzzle of our lives back together. Slowly. Over late nights of conversation and cold coffee.

Broken is always just the beginning of the story. Even when it feels like the end.

Just one more step sister. Up is just around the corner.

STOP

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