Am I too passionate for my own good? I love most things, people, personalities, laughing, crying, colors, food, nature, words, conversations. The list is endless. My mother would call me Helpful Hannah because I wanted to be involved in everything. Learning, feeling, observing everything. Possibly too curious. I believe I may need these connections more than the average person. Never satisfied to hear their words without questioning, peering into their mind, or soul, passionate to discover who they really are. If this is passion, then I’m in.