Like you, I often feel torn in two directions (sometimes more).
Wanting to be more available to spend time with my mom and wanting to spend more time writing.
Wanting to grow my hair down past my waist like it was in my college days and wanting to chop it short and dye it purple just to shock people.
Wanting to spend more time on my music and wanting to read more novels.
Wanting to look for a new job and wanting to create that new job.
Luckily I never want to spend more time cleaning (although I sometimes wish I wanted to spend more time cleaning).
Strangled Thoughts and Random Musings 
I wish I had the courage to cut my hair in one of those cute super short messy do’s that you can wash and go… I’ve already had purple hair, and cherry red hair, pink hair, green hair, light blue hair, etc. (I’ve been told that pink is my color)