A (no doubt short-lived) rush of blood to the head.

I have a hard time writing about really personal stuff. I’m so self-conscious that I can’t even really bring myself to do it in a private notebook, let alone an online blog. But in the interest of breaking the redundancy of this little blog dealie, as well as helping me accomplish other things, I’m going to try and be more open.
We all know that I have major problems working up the nerve to do things. Whatever it is, even if I know in my heart what I want, I just never take that initial step. A couple of days ago, I realized that I’m going to grow old and die waiting for the stars to align themselves perfectly and give me a sign that I should do something. That all changes now. Even if I fall on my ass, fail, have my heart broken and feel the pain of rejection, at least I will know that I tried, and that is all that matters.
I’ll keep you posted.