I always liken me, my life to a tropical storm.
I come in hot, fast and make a big ol’ mess. Things swirl around me and my life sometimes good, sometimes bad. I attract chaos for some reason or another.
I’m always rushing, running buzzing to get somewhere.
But then you catch me in a calm moment of serenity. I am peaceful and quiet and caring. I make time for people, I make room in my life for those who need it.
And on the other side is always the hurricane. Waiting. Looming. Always somewhere to be. Something to do. Always a problem waiting to wreak havoc on my life.
I live for those brief moments I am in the eye.