Growing up, I had a best friend named Genevieve, but we called her Geni. Geni’s family owned a cabin her grandfather built in Northern Michigan.
Geni’s parents bought cheese balls, the kind that came in the Planters cans. We popped each piece of circular, orange goodness in our mouths and then tried not to bite because cheese balls always taste better if you let them dissolve.
Time for truth. People may laugh at you and your skills may need work. Your friends may become annoyed at hearing you ramble on about an idea or nerves may keep you from uttering a word. You may burn your cupcakes, shoot pictures in poor lighting, and when you gather the courage to tell people about your writing on FB, it may not get a single "like".
All of this could happen.
Therefore, I am going to tell you bats are scary, but nachos for dinner are worth it.
Your turn. Do you have any good bat stories? Eat nachos for dinner? Give fear too much say?