I’ve always been a bit of an extremist. My family is always waiting to hear what I’m into or up to next. I think they still find it hard to believe that I could love something with the utmost passion one day and totally over it the next. As I’ve gotten older I’ve noticed the look in their faces change. Disappointed or maybe just a little sad for me. I think they believe that I need to find some happiness that will keep me steady and grounded. I would love nothing more than to give them that happiness. You see they are wonderful - outstanding even - but this balance they so wish for me to have is something I have always struggled with.