What's next?

I am not an ambitious person -- never have been, not in the most common understanding of what ambition means in this world: money, status, impressing others (which isn't a complete lie, everyone wants to appear like they have what they want and can get whatever they want next, or just acknowledgement as a worth while human person..(how sappy))(wow, an aside within an aside and then I had to comment on it....)...

Anyways, the point being that is how I think of myself, a floater through life who follows along what is expected but doesn't exert themselves unless it is something I really want: doing well in Art History, getting into the Italy semesters abroad program, going back to school, becoming a librarian. It's a very short list.

So, its a little weird at times because I am at what is a strange-ish age for singlehood and I am happy with my job and cat (Destructo Demon Queen of Hellfire: three mugs, two picture frames, my skycow) and I am in the period were I am happily nesting (Thank you trip to Italy with relatives two years ago, suppliment with yearly Maine trips as well as flying home from Christmas has left me with little desire to travel much more...almost sad.).

I should probably get back on point, soon..month maybe two or three I will be wondering: what's next? (Damn you West Wing and your catch phrase.) 

The great thing with the mail art is I can convince myself the next thing is the gift I have planned for my brother...procrastination is a talent.

Back to it then...

So I have literally had this one piece sitting on my monitor heater for months and last night, I stopped worrying about bills, fleas on the new cat, Christmas presents, and did a little work. (Yes, yes I should emphasize the little here....)

Anyways.

I got the final ribbon touches on my lingering piece and started the background for the next one. It's nice to feel like I got something done! The new kitty (Shiro or her evilness) was as intensely curious about what I was doing on her chaise lounge...

As I was playing with both charcoal and black oil pastels and Shiro is pure white (and deaf, poor baby), they did not go well: