What's in a name?

I'm looking for a new name for my blog. I've spent about two weeks wanting to sit down and write here, but have been stopped each time by the fact that I know I need to rename this site. The current name, while meaningful to me ("Heffalumps and Oliphants") doesn't lend itself well to any form of publication or internet popularity.

That, of course, begs the question of why I blog. Why do I have the motivation and desire to sit down and chronicle anything about my daily life. This isn't the creation of a novel or the next big thing in fiction - I'm not going to get any publishing deals out of this and 'internet popularity' is subjective and not all together desirable.

I'm a part of a generation that while none will admit it, all want to be notice and lauded for something. To practice full disclosure I would have to admit that can easily pick out two distinct traits/abilities/whathaveyou for which I would wish my fellow man to think about when they think of me. One would be a ship that sailed quite a long time ago and that would be athletic ability. I have inherent athletic talent, but my dreams of becoming a famous olympian sailed when I picked my college path. Little did I know how little would come of that athletic decision. I don't hold out any ill will or regrets about that particular decision or resulting path. I could have been better - but I wasn't and won't be. Sometimes life gives us disappointments. For now I'll have to be happy with being an overly aggressive chair hockey competitor and typical 'future marathoner'. I swear - I'll start training soon......

The other trait that I would wish to be known for is one that is a little more near and dear - intellect. Specifically the kind of intellect that allows me to take the thoughts in my head and eloquently set them to paper. I want to research and write articles, pen blistering yet respectful responses to my learned colleagues with whom I disagree, write statements that have an impact - and are commonly quoted. I want to, as always, be an author.

For now, I tell myself that to ever reach for this pipe dream I must take the baby steps to get there. I have to blog on a consistent basis either publicly or privately. I need to allow my thoughts to flow from conception to paper, to dust off the little used words that have been left to grow cobwebs. Unlike my inconsistent marathon training (I'm telling you, I'll start training soon) I need to Nike it up - just do it.

A crippling fear of embarrassment has been an impediment to this and I often let that fear cloud over the fledgling attempts I have made in the past. I worry about not being insightful enough, not being interesting. At the end of the day however, it's not going to be the end of the world. It's just another blog on the internet.

As for the name? I'm sure it will come to me - and then this post will be confusing and passé.