There is not one person in my family that I can safely say lives in moderation. We always seem to somehow end up in extremes, be it in opinions, religion, politics, substances, or emotions. (I like to say that even the men are drama queens.) One of my missions for this year is to learn to walk the golden mean, to be able to accept certain things and reject others, to have opportunities that I don't necessarily take. I believe it is possible; others have managed, and I refuse to allow genetics to dictate my life course to me. I guess it's all a matter of self-discipline at some point, but I'm sure there's another way ...