You see my hesistation

Last January, I was talking to my friend Neale about what I was going to do with all the time I had. My contract ended at the museum, and my position was going to be terminated. It all sounded so bleak. When you have a routine and are adequately occupied, it's easy to come up with all sorts of wonderful projects: little drawings and paintings on wood, re-potting plants, writing articles, reading books that would otherwise take too long and become confusing when you can only read a few pages on a metro. But when you are faced with an abundance of time (when I am), where do these ideas go? All I could think about was being sad. I am awesome at being sad. I could teach a course on it. But back to time (which, when unfilled, is directly proportional to being sad for me)...I had time. And Neale suggested that I should write a blog. He had one. A blog? Really? Spend more time on the Internet and at the computer? NO. But then I thought: This could be a way to connect with the people I love! It's like writing a mass email that people could choose to receive! And I could feel like a few people were listening to what I was reading and watching and thinking about with receptive ears. So I am going to try it. Maybe. Here goes nothing.