Fear

This website is a gift from someone who thinks I have blogging potential.  It is not something that I initiated myself.

I can’t quite wrap my head around the idea of blogging. My first reaction is that it’s out there for the world to see and I confess that makes me uneasy. It’s an age thing; I’m of the generation that is still concerned about preserving privacy in the very public world of social media. Blaming it on age is a cliché and a convenient excuse. I’m just a private person. Another convenient excuse. So let’s be honest. After all, the theme the website’s creator defined for me is to find courage, compassion and connection and you can’t very well do that without honesty.

So here it is. What makes me uneasy about blogging is the fear of not being good enough or interesting enough. I don’t say that to solicit pity or obtain validation (that I am or am not).  It just is.

Truth be told, I’ve always wanted to write.

The symbolism of the butterflies is not lost on me. You can’t have an ambassador of change residing in your home without considering change.

So the heck with fear. I will look upon this blog as an adventure in creativity and inspiration. I encourage you to join me on my adventure.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
— Frank Herbert