If at first you don’t succeed, try try again. Words to live by whether it be for an exorcise regiment, a project that you are trying to get off of the ground or, for a reluctant blog writer. I’m back again in hopes that this blog can become a part of my regular routine. Why do I care about keeping a blog? Shouldn’t someone like me have better ways to spend my time? The answers to these questions go hand and hand. I love to write. I love to explore ideas. Finally, if we are being completely honest, I’m a bit narcissistic. As are many writers and especially blog writers. Sure, I care about others. I love people, whether they be my best friends or, fascinating strangers but, I also love my self. I do not love myself in a completely arrogant way, that I think that I am always right. nor do I think that I am the greatest person on the planet. I am referring to a healthy level of self-respect and outward confidence. A love that means that I am both comfortable as the center of attention, as well as being equally comfortable fading into the background. My narcissism allows me to invite myself into a meeting that is by invitation only. To launch a new initiative without reservation and to make calculated risks to align my life on a certain path. This is the kind of narcissism that I endorse in my friends, my former students, and the awesome little nieces and nephews in my life.