“I am a leaf on the wind; watch how I soar.” – Wash, Firefly
This is me.
But not in the way you probably think.
I am the chronic overachiever.
The one who commits to too much.
Who steps out and says – sure! I can help you with that!
I can take that on! I’ll be happy to sit down and help you figure this out.
I barely realize my actions, because I’m so into the heart of it.
I catch the current and hitch a ride.
And then I’m Super Man for a while.
Soaring over Capital “T” in a single bound.
Awing even myself with what I’m capable of handling.
Of the difference I can make.
Until I can’t.
Until I’m burnt up like an offering to the gods.
What a sweet savor my smoke and ashes make.
Scattering in the wind like snow.
“You know nothing, John Snow.”
Diffused, I lie dormant for while, unable to breathe, unable to move.
Finally everyone backs off because, well… what can you ask of ashes?
Until one day I gather strength and arise reborn.
Only to repeat the cycle.
Each time I am wiser, but to what end?
The pattern reboots.
I level up, with now more zombies to overcome.
The problem is pretty simple actually.
I don’t know how to say no.
I always think I do.
But if that were true, I’d be a race car instead.
Written 11-08-2015, 11:55pm
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