I found that as my followers list started to grow, so too had my confidence. The wonderful comments to my post had given me the encouragement to continue on with something that started as a whim. My fear of rejection slowly faded...like a fart in the wind, and I found myself considering using my real name to take ownership of my blog. The pivocal moment came on the weekend, when my daughter said to me, "Mom, I would read your blog even if you weren't my Mom."
So here I am, "Marisa", fresh out of the closet and I feel free, liberated...the world is my oyster and I am a blogger!
You can read my blog if you want...or not...laugh if you want...or not...leave comments if you want...or not, and I will not feel rejected.
"I is what I is!"