Take the Leap

     It’s Leap Day. And it’s time to take that leap into the blog-o-sphere. I have been contemplating and brainstorming about starting a blog for quite some time now. From what my ‘niche’ would be, to the logo I would have, and of course the name (which took the longest to settle on). Finally, my boyfriend suggested Raising the Bar, but play with the words and make it Raising LeBar (last name). I loved it instantly.  
     So yesterday I got down to business and set up the blog. But I had second thoughts. I was on the page right before taking the plunge, where all I had to do was press “Accept.” But I froze. All of a sudden, I hated the name. It doesn’t make sense. I’m not raising a LeBar – if it has a double meaning, it should be that I’m raising a kid. Excuses, excuses. I was backing away from the ledge. I couldn’t click it. That one click would change me from the ‘one day I’ll blog’ Emily, to the ‘blogger’ Emily. I double checked with my friends about the name and they still loved it. I started to wonder if this was fear or procrastination just kicking in. 

     Of course it was. I took out a small gift my best friend had given me: an itty bitty cup with 3 teensy pencils and a small crafted scissor. It was given to me in support of my future writing career. I put it on the keyboard. I thought to myself, Am I doing this? Or am I going to let another chunk of months go by where I ‘think about’ doing this? I looked at that miniature cup of pencils. I faced the fear. I squashed the procrastination. I clicked ‘Accept.’ 

     I’d love to sit here and write all day. Introduce myself, my life, my dog (snoring away in her cozy bed). But this is just the start. All that will come with time, and more posts. For now, I’ve got the ball rolling. I’ve taken the leap. On Leap Day.