Like is typical for so many, I had fallen victim of fear of failure (atychiphobia).  I contemplated for so long about blogging, and even started a blog two years ago so that I could check that little sucker off my “wanna-be” famous #40list (I’ll leave the account of its evolution for another blog).  But uh-uh, I had all kinds of excuses. You know the ones: the not enough (not enough time, talent, energy, resources), the can’ts ( can’t commit, can’t do it). All the negative self-talk came flooding in, and I succumbed. I felt like a hypocrite. As a professor I teach about personal development, motivation, living. As a mother, I teach my kids about dreaming, having interests, trying new things, but I wasn’t exactly following my own teachings; because I didn’t want to fail!

Last night, a conversation with a friend  brought up blogging, and I remembered the long lost blog that never was. So, I decided that it was time; it was time to rid myself of that baggage of self-doubt; it was time to silent the thoughts; it was time to take the plunge. So here, I am. I will be blogging as often as I’m inspired to. I approach it with no expectation of grandeur. Too much pressure. I will blog about my passions: education, wellness, positive psychology, living, justice. I will blog about my interests: photography, travel, the arts, whatever the future holds in that arena. I will blog about the funny, and the solemn, the grand, and the seemingly insignificant. Above all, I will simply share my thoughts, that I hope can reach or touch at least one person, thereby positively impacting the world.

I close with a quote (right I’m a collector  and creator of inspirational and not so inspirational quotes, respectively)

It’s an interesting thing about life, that the greatest growth occurs when  you dare to embrace the uncomfortable. CLPolydore

Cheers,

Dr P