Well-Meaning Tornados

Sometimes I spin like a tornado.
I wipe out everything in my tracks and suck extra miscellanious stuff into my vortex.
Then, I keep trying to hold it all together and create nothing more than a powerful mess.

I relate to nature and natural disasters.
Just like wind, I start off with refreshing energy that eventually becomes destructive.
Beauty can very quickly evolve into terror.

It's a thin line, we all balance on.
The line between laziness and overachieving.
The line between “How do I live with myself?” and “How do I survive all this?”

When good things become too much and life becomes overwhelming,
What I want to do is to clench whatever I can until my knuckles are white and sore.
Really though, that's probably the worst thing I can do.

The way to slow it down and stop the maddness is to just stop.
Put it down, walk away, turn it off, unplug.
In that silence and anxious rest, reconnect.

Rest.
Recover.
Redirect.

You can't serve others until you serve yourself.