What's In a Name?

Recently, as part of an assignment for the College work I've been doing, I was given the opportunity to look up the meaning of my full name. (Something which I had never done.) I was actually surprised with how it turned out, and with what I learned. Besides, I wouldn't be here with this post if it hadn't stirred, as Hercule Poirot would say, "the little grey cells."

It turns out that my name is a motley assortment of European originated terms, from the Irish gaelic and Saxon tongue responsible for my first and middle names, to the German last name I have inherited from my ancestors.
-Aden: Fire.
-Sheets: To protect and defend.
Weird conglomeration, isn't it? Well, to be completely honest, the first image that popped into my head actually was the wandering Wizard Gandalf of Tolkien's grand mythos. That made my pride quite happy, but I was quickly put in check when I realised I had no awesome, gray beard.

START HERE!

Most fairy-tales and stories have begun with the classically inspired "once upon a time." I could start this blog with that sentence, but how clichéd with that be, right? On the other hand though, this is not a story, is it? No. It is simply a blog. A broad view of one's life. A small window by which one may peep into that person's emotions, thoughts, and actions. A summary of a story. Simply put, His-story in my life.

So, how does one start a blog, then? Well, you're asking me.

Do I just drone on about the intricacies of making Kombucha (which I hardly know anything about anyway)? Or how about, well... nothing in particular? That doesn't excite you? Well, to be honest, I'm not thrilled by the sound of that either.