Fish or Fowl?

I sometimes feel like there are two distinctly different personalities living inside my head. One loves all things outdoors and wants to spend her time catching fish, hunting and being in the great outdoors. The other longs to be a domestic diva, sewing, and cleaning and crafting her home into a heaven on earth. I long to have beautiful music in my home, and to create that music. I want order and structure, tidiness and contentment. Yet I get spun around in my head and end up spending the day watching 15 episodes of bones on netflix... or taking a 2.5 hour nap. How do I get myself to stay on task?

As a fish, I try to leap into the air and fly, I succeed for a few brief shining moments, only to fall back into the water struggling to breath, left with only the memory of the few moments I was flying....

As a fowl I dip over the waves, and plunge in, only to find I am not a fish... my wings are ill suited for swimming, and I am left paddling around on the surface like a lame duck, never truly experiencing the freedom of diving into the water and freely swimming.

Maybe there is a way to transform myself into a diving bird? so I can experience the aspects of all the things I love. This is what I must search fro.