When it was first suggested to me that I start a blog, I had a Green Eggs and Ham response. There was no way, I was going to try it. Part of it was fear of having nothing to say, and part of it was fear of having something to say and no one to hear it. The "Sam I am" in my life persisted, promising me world domination and celebrity. I crumbled like a plot in a Steven Seagal movie.
Maybe the point of Green Eggs and Ham wasn't about trying new things. Maybe the point was that we shouldn't cave or conform to the "Sam I Am's" in our life. Maybe...but where would be the fun in that?