This time last year I was going through a lot of stuff, and in the midst of a full-blown identity crisis I wrote a blog post about wanting to be a cat. Today I decided to reassess that. I realized I still have moments of feline envy when I wish to curl up and sort of hide. Times when I wish life were simpler. Or when I wish I could be more withdrawn and just live somewhere peaceful and write and make art and not put as much pressure on myself. Still, I think there’s more clarity nowadays about who I am, and some of the things that were weighing on me last year have since been resolved. I also can draw better cats and that’s important. And, because we should all occasionally give in to our impulses to withdraw, at least temporarily, I’ve decided to rent a sweet little beach place and take my dog to the Island for a few days next week. Maybe some salt air, some long walks, and a few peaceful evenings is all we need. Maybe a full-on feline transformation is not necessary. I’ll keep you posted!