Whoa Nelly

And I don't meet the fly rapper . . .

I have toyed with the idea of having a blog quite a bit. I start, then I stop. I'll delete posts and wish I hadn't. Then I'll want to start again.

Today is a day where I want to start again. And when I pulled up my blog for the first time today in who-knows-how-long and saw that I had over 2,000 page views, I thought "Who's been looking at this pathetic thing." And then I thought, "oh those were probably just me hitting refresh over and over again."

I want to blog. Truly, I do. I want to be creative and post pictures of all the cool stuff I make and do. The problem is none of it is that cool. It's a copy from someone else with maybe a twist that unfortunately, and unintentionally, knocks down the coolness factor.

And I'm terrified of criticism, terribly so. So, maybe I'll blog, and just not tell anyone. Shhh, it'll be our little secret.

Maybe.

I'll probably change my mind again tomorrow.