What's the Worst That Could Happen?

I have this idea. Well, I actually have lots of ideas going on at any given time. It's just that I don't have the ability to realize them most of them, not having the engineering skills to develop a cleaning robot smarter than a Roomba nor the extra millions to create my ideal school.

But.

This other idea.

I have the basic skills to make it happen. It doesn't require engineering skills or money. It's not some revolutionary thing like Pinterest. (Have I mentioned lately how much I love Pinterest? You should follow me on there.) I think I would enjoy it. I think I would be good at it.

If it wasn't for the voices in my head saying things like, "You're not going to be able to pull this off. Why would anyone listen to you? No one will take you seriously," I would be working on my idea right now.

Everyone always tells you to listen to your gut when making big decisions. Usually I am one of those people. My life has always gone better when I've listened to my gut and I've always regretted it when I haven't. Yet this time my gut seems to have gone on vacation.

I hope it's on the beach in Hawaii sipping a Mai Tai. One of us should be.

In the absence of my gut, though, the doubting voices in my head seem awfully loud. But then I think, "What's the worst that could happen?" I mean, it's not like my idea is to become an amateur brain surgeon.

Or even a professional brain surgeon.

It's not life and death. If it doesn't work, then I will have just wasted some time. And considering I spent a semester of college curled up in bed watching St. Elsewhere reruns, I know I can survive time wasting.

I'm sorry to be so cryptic, but my idea isn't fully formed yet. It does have to do with blogging, though.

Should I go for it?