The news that Barry Bonds surpassed Hank Aaron's 33-year-old major league home run record barely registered on my proverbial radar screen. Why?
I'm trying to word this so as to not sound like I'm accusing the man unjustly - I have no proof either way, but I think there are too many unanswered questions about whether Bonds has used performance-enhancing drugs. The evidence on the subject is largely speculative and circumstantial. Until those questions are answered through some legitimate venue, be it a court or an independent review on behalf of Major League Baseball, I think the record should be viewed differently than those of Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth, the record's previous holders.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
An exercise in breaking blogger's block
OK, I have this strange thing about posting things here that I want to keep separate from MySpace and vice versa and I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe I've over-compartmentalized myself and my ideas to the point where I don't know what goes where!
So, you haven't seen me much here, mainly because I didn't think I had much to store in this electronic thought bin. I feel this sense of restriction on placing many of my ideas out there for the world to view. Fear is obviously at the root but sometimes I wonder if I'm afraid to conquer fear. You know - I don't know what I'd do with myself if I did?
I just did an Amazon search on "overcoming fear" wondering if anyone had tackled the subject, and sure enough, they have - in spades. There's even one about getting over the fear of success. Is that the root of it, that if I do something that people love that they'll want more of it and I won't be able to produce? Sure, that's an element, but that's not the root.
Another fear is getting "dooced," of course our online acquaintance (only by virtue of reading her blog) Heather Armstrong, through her site www.dooce.com, has turned getting dumped by an employer into a full-time gig. Big yay for her! She's one of my heroines.
I think I've got something to say, to offer to the world, but I haven't quite put my finger on it. Would they listen? Would I be dismissed, ignored or even worse, left to feel like I shouldn't have wasted my breath? What do I have to offer? (I don't have an answer to that yet but this sure does help).
OK, better get ready to get the little one up for the day.
I feel better, do you?
So, you haven't seen me much here, mainly because I didn't think I had much to store in this electronic thought bin. I feel this sense of restriction on placing many of my ideas out there for the world to view. Fear is obviously at the root but sometimes I wonder if I'm afraid to conquer fear. You know - I don't know what I'd do with myself if I did?
I just did an Amazon search on "overcoming fear" wondering if anyone had tackled the subject, and sure enough, they have - in spades. There's even one about getting over the fear of success. Is that the root of it, that if I do something that people love that they'll want more of it and I won't be able to produce? Sure, that's an element, but that's not the root.
Another fear is getting "dooced," of course our online acquaintance (only by virtue of reading her blog) Heather Armstrong, through her site www.dooce.com, has turned getting dumped by an employer into a full-time gig. Big yay for her! She's one of my heroines.
I think I've got something to say, to offer to the world, but I haven't quite put my finger on it. Would they listen? Would I be dismissed, ignored or even worse, left to feel like I shouldn't have wasted my breath? What do I have to offer? (I don't have an answer to that yet but this sure does help).
OK, better get ready to get the little one up for the day.
I feel better, do you?
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