Twenty goldfish and only one peanut

Every year I try something new. One year I became a scrap booking addict, another year I taught myself to knit, another year I fell in love with photography and this year I am enjoying crochet. Sometimes I wonder whether I will ever find something that is truly me, whether there is an art which will capture my heart completely but then I look back on all the things I have done and realise that this is who I am. I was meant to have the joy of learning a new craft, the happiness of starting a project and the hush and excitement in my whole body while doing each one. I love the challenge of something new, to see beauty in something and watch as it transforms from a hint of an idea to something tangible and real. In my heart I am an artist and there are so many mediums to use for my craft. However, the scientist in me laughs at the whimsy and demands that I "should" find my true craft, the one that completes me. How will I ever find balance with two warring minds?