Well… I mean… lots of things.
I’m afraid of being shackled to something without an expiration date. I’m afraid this will suck me in and I’ll be spending my evenings writing late into the night. I’m afraid to write about things that really matter because what is said about things that really matter REALLY MATTERS. I’m afraid I won’t have time for the things that really matter in my own life. I’m afraid of returning to the land of Narcissism. I’m afraid of balance. I’m afraid that this thing will get too big too fast and I’ll have to deal with figuring out how to deal with it on my own. I’m afraid that one day a reader will meet me and think, “Wow. She’s kind of a mess,” because they will be RIGHT!
But otherwise, nothing.
So I’m blogging. I’m still afraid, but I’m blogging.