What did you call me?

I am thinking of giving this blog a new title. I am not giving up on doing my painting, but if I were being honest with myself, painting is really not what my life is all about right now. I would like to still blog. i would like to blog about my day to day (or you know, week to week) life and it be relevant.

So, if any of you 13 followers have a title suggestion, I am all ears.

Home Is Where Your Mom Is

Once upon a time, I kept up with this thing. My life has been feeling quite like a circus lately. It seems like I don't even have time to remember who I am. I use to journal a lot more, but I don't even make time for that now either. I feel like I am constantly on the move, trying to get something done... but I never feel I've accomplished anything. I've been painting, but not putting up pictures. I apologize. If you are reading this, you know I usually post in order to display my newest creation.

Today, however, I just thought I would emotionally vomit on the internet.
Sorry you have to deal with that.

My heart is really heavy for so much right now. I don't really understand where I am suppose to be. I literally feel torn... or scattered. It makes sense to be so many places... but I don't know which one is right. I know I am suppose to be by my husband's side... & that's where I am & will remain until God calls me home... I just mean where are WE suppose to be.

What are you suppose to do when your mother's health is going downhill right before your eyes... & she's so young? Where are you suppose to be when she is so far away? When do you decide to make the most of the time you have left?

I wish decisions could just be made & you didn't have to think about the details that go along.
but they can't, because you do.