I have been toying with a first blog post for months and not quite sure how to start I sought advice. My brother Omari, an avid writer, suggested the following as starting points:

Perhaps this piece of Emerson will help.  Someone passed it on to me recently, and I found it, if not comforting, at least clarifying.

God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please, — you can never have both. Between these, as a pendulum, man oscillates.
He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets, — most likely his father's. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth.

He in whom the love of truth predominates will keep himself aloof from all moorings, and afloat. He will abstain from dogmatism, and recognize all the opposite negations, between which, as walls, his being is swung.
He submits to the inconvenience of suspense and imperfect opinion, but he is a candidate for truth, as the other is not, and respects the highest law of his being.

Please also consider what Dante said upon seeing the vilest regions of hell.  It was an allegory to confronting the imagination, and garnering the courage to explore it. He did not feel up to the task, but proceeded despite his fear.  Have courage my brother.

Had I the crude and scrannel rhymes to suit
the melancholy hole upon which all
the other circling crags converge and rest,
the juice of my conception would be pressed
more fully; but because I feel their lack,
I bring myself to speak, yet speak in fear;
for it is not a task to take in jest,
to show the base of all the universe-
nor for a tongue that cries out, "mama," "papa."

Courage indeed. I am digesting these morsels, gathering my thoughts and soon I will write. For more literary gems and other low-calorie randomness, check out my tumblr.