Be still my bleeding heart

After more thinking, I've recovered somewhat from this mornings deflation. I've also climbed out from under the massive pile of laundry-to-sort, which is a weight off my mind in other ways.

But I'm still working on my own identity and future plans. Right now I'm very gung-ho about wanting volunteerism to be part of my life, but lack the means to do so for the next 6-9 months. Once Reagan's through training and we're settled in one place for multiple years, it'll give me a chance to work, go back to school, get involved in a community, or whatever else. I'm inspired to the point that an art degree is losing its appeal.

No, I'm not to that point yet. But journalism, communications, and political science are cropping up in my mind and will need to be dealt with. At the same time, I'm dealing with more interest in being a diversified artist than ever before. And a better artist. And a person who knows more. This is all very frustrating.

And then I spend 40 minutes reading about it. Hopefully some good old fashioned drawing will help clear my head.