Sometimes the fight for doing something you love brings more sorrow than actually not doing it. Sometimes you just need to let things go and accept that you might be a better person if you just don't fight it anymore.
We've moved to a new city, it's a good place, my husband has a good job but needs to work a lot more and my children need a lot of me. I just do not find the time to do art anymore. Trying to aim for it, trying to keep the family fed, happy, playing with my boys, taking good care of them and having time for my husband, who is a wonderful partner, was not possible. I was left frustrated, angry and it did not make for a good mom.
Is this a happy compromise? No. But I am a better person if I am in peace, and I just cannot be constantly frustrated.