There are some times when I compare myself to my parents and see the similarities in character.  Sometimes good, though good only because it’s in a different way–determination and worrying, those kinds of things that can be good and bad.  A lot of the times when I see the similarities I get concerned because it’s a reminder of what I don’t want to be like.

Then there are times when I see our primary motivators and core personas as being so diametrically opposed to each other that I have a hard time fathoming the fact that I grew up together with them.