I'm Frightened...

...Of really actually doing this.
Let's see if this works.
It may be a complete disaster.
I am a big pussy about trying new things.
I would like to be able to think of myself as "spontaneous" and "unpredictable", but sadly that's not really the case.
I am such an stubborn old lady sometimes, which is bizarre, as I feel like a complete child in relation to the world.
Why am I doing this?
Well, I am at work at the Seattle Art Museum right now.
It is very slow.
I get to play online when it's slow.
Which is a lot.
So this is something new to distract myself with.
Because that way I won't check my email 500 times every half an hour.
Maybe.
I am actually surprised how easy this is.
Perhaps this is just because I am a more accomplished typist.
And I am enjoying this...
...Because isn't this every writer's dream?
To see their writing in print in public?
But I don't want to focus on that aspect.
I am doing this because it really is just the act of writing that I am interested in.
Okay, but really, yes, I need to break the monotony of my job.
Which I love.
Because we have some Van Gogh!
Which I haven't even been upstairs to see yet. :(
But I will!
I swear!
I promise!
But I figure I have three months, so...
Let us see how this turns out.
Like I said, I am scared and excited.
I'm covering my eyes with my hands.
I'm not looking, I'm not peeking...