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Grit. With grit you are powerful. Undefeated. Anything is possible. Life is hard work. It can be painful. It can be overwhelming. Grit is required to accomplish anything of worth. Everyday life requires grit. Not to mention the hard times. I love this phrase so much. I tattoo'd both words on my body in a place where I can see it all the time so that I have a permanent reminder. I get asked all the time who "grace" is. Not a person. People who ask almost always do not understand that it's a noun/ verb as well. The looks of confusion make me sad that others are not so well acquainted with grace. Today these words are enough to remind me that I want to go through life with grit and grace.When I had surgery on my broken wrist (a story for another day), they cut right through the grace. I decided not to get it re-inked, because what is more real than a scar through "grace"? Please give yourselves and others a little grace today. Namaste, friends!






























