The idea of a blog has been hanging over my head for months now.  I began the process of creating this personal space on the web a little more than a month ago.  Since then, this blank page with my name on it has haunted me.  Its link stares at me from its place on my bookmarks bar.  It is asking to be pressed, wanting to be officially initiated into the world of bloggers...I avoid it daily.  In typical over-analytical fashion I have been considering all of the possible effects, consequences and possibilities that birthing a blog could bring.  The most obvious positive attribute a blog holds is its effectiveness in communicating with people at great distances.  As I will be moving soon I have an increasing desire to stay in contact with people I love.  It seems a blog would do the job quite nicely.  Now, the list of negatives in this "mission:blog" is quite extensive.  But if I'm honest with myself, the idea that holds the top position in my anti-blog sentiments is quite unsatisfactory.  It boils down to my general dislike of having people 'look at me.'  I don't like people's eyes on me, or by association on anything I have produced.  Especially anything I have written.  Now do not be fooled dear people, this is not modesty, and I cannot even truly claim embarrassment.  If I'm more honest with myself, it is clear that this a product of fear making its large mark on my life.  This is a fear of the opinions that these 'lookers' may hold.  An insecurity rooted in my desire for acceptance, or more so, for approval.  Basically, when you get down to it...it's a bunch of hogwash.  Therefore, I have made the decision to simply get over it.  And although I still have no idea what form or shape this little page of mine will take, I have one goal for its existence, and that is that it be honest.  So, I suppose...here I am.