So It Begins

He told himself he had no idea what he was doing, no idea what he was getting himself into, no ideas period.  He was ridiculous for coming up with a kitschy, dorky blog title, let alone for writing in the third person (lamo), let alone for writing a blog.  Could he develop thought provoking discussions revolving around education and the strange and foreign system it has become?  Could he model short vignettes to engage and entertain readers while actually "saying" something of substance?  Could he start another sentence with"could he" and present a pointless rhetorical question?  The answers to these and other questions were unclear.  He knew that he had things to say, but was this the right vehicle and delivery that he wanted?  The educator was bemuddled and would remain bemuddled about many things.  Even as to the word "bemuddled" he was bemuddled.  He knew that this would be a long process.