COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET

The time has come for me to finally "fess up." I am not who you think I am. Three months ago when I started on this blogging journey,I never expected that I would stick with it let alone generate a small following. Who knew there would be someone out there willing to read my shit. My fictitious name, "Marjean", was created out of fear and insecurity. I was afraid of rejection and insecure in my ability to come up with something worthy of a readership. "Marjean" provided some anonymity... a blanket against ridicule for my blogging efforts. In my mind, they would not be laughing at me, but some crazy old woman named Marjean.

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!"