Five Minute Friday - Ordinary

On Fridays a bunch of us gather together over at Lisa Jo's place to write about a single prompt.  We spend five delicious minutes just writing.  Won't you come over and join us?  

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word. (On your blog or in the comments).
2. Link back over at Lisa Jo's and invite others to join in.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

START

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

My name is Patricia Ann.  I have never liked it.  It sounds fancy.  It is not who I see myself as.  My mother only used that name when she was angry.  THE WHOLE ENTIRE NAME!  Just like that.  When I heard my name is always meant that I was in trouble.
My mother also called me Pat.  That was my nickname for years.  Short and simple.  Boyish.  When I was very young, I had long, blond hair.   It was curly and beautiful.  When I went to school, girls had to wear dresses and couldn't do anything fun.  I got my hair cut short, like a boy's, and wore shorts underneath my dresses.
When I was in high school, I went  by Ann.  Also short and simple, but at least partly feminine, (I thought so anyway).  Sadly, very few people called me Ann.  I guess I never managed to look like someone named Ann.
Today, I am simple Patty.  Notice it is not even spelled with an i.  I am plain, and very, very ordinary.  And, believe it or not, that is OK with me.  I have learned to accept who I am.  As well as the very ordinary life that God has placed me in.  I have learned to bloom where I am planted.  I have learned that the world is often run by seemingly ordinary people.  The ones who are mostly not in the limelight, but are definitely busy.
I have learned that it is in doing the ordinary things in life, that extraordinary things happen.
I have learned that when I am willing to be ordinary, He makes me extraordinary. 
I was never really ordinary after all.  I just had to learn to see that.
I have been blessed to see extraordinary things.
And being what He needs me to be...well....that is enough.

STOP

Now it's your turn, what can you write in you own five minutes?  Don't forget to share it with the rest of us!