Kitty in a bag

I had a teacher in high school who taught us to never apologize preemtively.  He had a distinct issues with poets, musicians or whoever (he'd have a problem with that use of "whoever" by the way) who would get up on stage and promptly genuflect to crowd, begging their indulgence for being a female singing a song written for a man or for their first, flawed attempts at writing in verse.  Just get up there and do what you came to do, he told us, if they're going to criticize you, they're going to do it whether you did it first or not.

He was right.  If you are willing to get up there in front of everyone there's no point in pretending that you don't stand behind what you're about to do. It's fear that makes us do this, fear that people will knowingly judge what we poured our heart and soul into and in doing so, somehow judge a piece of our soul. It's risky business to be sure.

So despite the fact that you may have discerned a correlation between my forgetting to take a picture until late at night and the posting of kitty picture as my picture of the day, I will not be apologizing for it. This is my blog.  These are pieces of me.   

January 24, 2012