Oh, boy! Here we go!

Picture me with a rather quivery smile on my face, my knees knocking together like castanets, and my whole body in motion from the shaking in my shoes and you'll have a pretty good idea of how I'm feeling right now.
Opening myself up to the scrutiny of who knows how many is definitely way outside the box for me. In fact, I'm already so far out of my comfort zone that I'm looking high and low for a loaf of bread...a bag of croutons...a box of crackers...anything I can use to cast a trail behind me so I can find my way home again!
So why am I doing it? Wellll...I guess it's partly because there is still a little spark of derring-do left in this 53 year old body of mine, but mostly it's because staying safely within my self-imposed boundaries has gotten me to date nowhere near where I want to be, or what I want to be - which is someone remembered for the differences I made in this, our world, be they ever so small