My candle burns at both ends,
It shall not last the night.
But ah! My foes...
and oh! My friends,
It gives a perfect light.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay


Often, people, family inclusive, demand that we meet their expectations of us. The way they'd like us to be, the compartments they had ready-made for us. A refusal to comply often causes friction. I'd like to think my life is mine. This is difficult atimes but I continually try to walk the path of personal expression.
As Frank Sinatra sang, I'd like my elegy to be "I did it my way".