Achilles

Within hours of setting up this blog and posting my first post I was gripped with a pang of pure fear.

What if someone mad, bad or sad takes an interest in me, seeks to contact me, meet me or hurt me or my family?

Natural human reaction to unknown unquantifiable risk – flight. Must put privacy around the blog, make it invite only or better still just write for myself and only let others see any of it when I’m 100% sure it’s safe and correct and good.

But then Achilles came to me. When I thought of the concept, Aristotle was the Greek for me. Achilles – like Brad Pitt in Troy – was too flashy and reckless and gym-toned and beautiful.

But on reflection Achilles has qualities I value too. Bravery, action, leadership, courage and the capacity to stand tall and be counted.

So I changed the name of my blog to Achilles and Aristotle not or. I may not have his looks, torso or divine protection, but I can have some of his courage, boldness and strength.

The desire to retreat to the purely cerebral, to my own cave and away from the uncertainty of people is strong within me. But the rewards of family, work and friends require constantly stepping out from the shadows.

So what’s to hide? If I attract some spam, some barbed comments, even some people I don’t want, I can have the strength within to ignore, forgive or say no.

So I’ll follow Achilles, set aside fear and just write.