naked baseball

As I start this blog for my Poetry Senior Seminar, I feel quite apprehensive. Poetry is something that both scares and excites me, like the feeling of going on one of the exhilarating rides at Disney. The thought of having an unknown number of random people reading this makes me 10x more nervous than I get when we workshop poems in class. I sit there on my workshop days, waiting for my chance up at the plate. Once it's my turn, I get up to bat, trying to reassure myself that my poem isn't the worst in the class. I swing and miss. They hate the middle stanza's. I'm telling, not showing. I swing again and miss. I didn't let the true character shine within the lines. I swing one last time, making it to first base. They like the last line.

I imagine this blog as the World Series baseball games. Not only are there the people in the stands staring at you, there are millions of others, all across the world, sitting in front of their 40" tv screens, waiting in anticipation for you to step up to bat. I imagine this blog as complete exposure of myself to to the world, like I'm getting up to bat at the World Series game completely naked.

Quite honestly, I never thought I would start a blog. I have made fun of these things for years, claiming that you had no friends to write in one of these. Over the past few days, I've realized that I was more than wrong. After recently researching blogs, I have found some that I've become almost addicted to, going online at different points in the day to check their updates. Some have even made it to the ranks of being bookmarked along with CNN,the College's website and JCrew. I have no idea what it is exactly that makes me keep going back for more but my eyes are instantly drawn in to both the images and text. I hope that someone's eyes are drawn into my blog, although I question if I have anything that interesting to say. I'm going to take my chances though. I'm taking a breath and stepping up to the plate... completely naked.