Starting Over

I am a social butterfly. I am the type of person that thrives off interaction with other people. I become very depressed when I try to be a homebody. I also take it very hard when someone criticizes me- it's like their elucidation of me becomes permanently embedded in my soul, and I never get over it. So you can imagine how difficult it is for a person like me to write a blog. While I am excited about the possibility of being acclimated for baring my soul to the world and sharing my ideas and opinions, at the same time I am very afraid of rejection. But, if one never takes a risk, what kind of life is that? My in-laws have a plaque above their utility sink that talks about a man who played his whole life safe: never drank, smoked, kissed a girl, went anywhere or did anything. But when he died, no one came to his funeral, because he never lived. So, hello world, this is me living.