I know what they say about me back home; that I’m “over-enthusiastic”, that I “take risks”, that I’m “totally batshit”.

There was a time when I would have been offended. I used to think that they were jealous, or maybe that they didn’t “get it”. Sure, sometimes I’m a little unorthodox and maybe the work has cost me a little more than most would care to give, but don’t they realize what I’m doing is important? Don’t they see?

Lately, though, I’ve been thinking that maybe they’re right.

Maybe I am a little crazy.

And maybe I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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