I haven’t had a minute to spare since my move from the Edinborough Hotel. And here, I thought this move was going to be a breeze, a piece of cake, smooth as ice, even as smooth as a beautiful piece of fine china–bone china at that. I should have been more careful, more conscientious. I had packed this case so carefully. It didn’t matter. For in my exhausted state and my own haste in that moment I should have stopped. I had enough. I had done enough. And the cupboards were higher than I expected. That should have been a sign to me  to use more care, carefully put in place. Maybe ask for a little help, Instead of pushing myself to the limit–testing my will. My endurance was wanning. I knew when I heard and felt the effects physically and emotionally would take its toll, as I heard the breakage within the case when it fell upon the unforgiving stone floor. I was tired of all those moves and the way they were all done. Not with consideration but profit for those who could.  Four moves in those years would change or affect anyone.

Unfortunately, with each move, I lost a little bit more and too many times–too much more. Irreplaceable, impossible to replace in these times of planned obsolescence. What was worse–the plan? Or the disconnect and indifference that came with? Was it not noticed– the decline through the years? How could that not be–with all the new technology? Weren’t we supposed to have more time, be more advanced and use our knowledge for the good. For the good of all!  Not just for a select few whose arrogance and recklessness continued to grow even more daring and reckless without a thought or care of consequences. For in their mind–they could and would control. Enough to manage and manipulate to their advantage–everyone and anyone–everywhere.. The designer rules applied to guarantee their own outcome. Until, finally reaching their mark, their quota even though reckless and daring and not deserving when overlooking all the carnage left behind.

Would you say, “They had grit” or a lot of nerve, spunk. determination or audacity? It really depends on the purpose or the motivation. It seems we are easily even readily impressed when positions of power, status or their quickly accumulated wealth is known or recognized. When determined enough we all have grit. If it is important enough to us then we can make it happen. If we understand the reason and purpose and it is for the greater good of all and will affect the future wellbeing for all, then we have to make sure to build that team and have that commitment to follow through. And that does take grit. But, also courage to do what is right. Staying power, focused on the objective that inspires, motivates, unites and builds and preserves. It’s not about the revenue or money coming in or going out, it’s about building the quality of life we all desire to provide, inspire, teach and we all grow in knowledge and acceptance for we learn from each other.

 Grit is a word that has several connotations. To me it is a masculine word. But also a word used to describe a certain characteristic–strength and courage, perseverance, overcoming adversity. That is what we all must do, become fearless when needed. Especially when times become confusing, bewildering too much so that we have to step up to our own plate of responsibility and stop accepting mediocrity. Mediocrity has become so common now. We just accept. We don’t like it. We don’t approve, but what do we do? As a test for myself and others too. I have moved too often. It’s exhausting. But, I have learned something major everytime. And I am determined to leave a better legacy than just a field of dreams and wishes. With understanding the importance of grit we all can make a better difference. But no more apathy or indifference. We want to reconnect, accept and unite. Together we all have the ability to overcome obstacles to make a better difference. Let’s try that for a change of pace. I think we all would feel better. And do better in the process, and that is showing true grit.