You know when people are like
"....and then I realized that the thing I was doing in my free time was what I should be doing for a job! And then I was so happy and incredibly successful and blah blah blah—"
I'm happy for them. Really.
And then you know when people are like
"....and then I read about that person who made their hobby their day-job and I thought, 'There's no way I could make my hobby my day job' but then I decided to try anyway and incredibly, I found there was a market for my strange interests!"
I'm happy for them too. Really.
The thing is, I'm just not sure how to apply it to myself, because what I do in my free time is a list of about 20 things, and they're all tied for first place. Honest. An even tie. And when I think about any of them, I think "Gosh I would love to do that full-time." But if ever I start to move in that direction, I do another of the 20 in my free time and think "No, I want to do this full time."
So what does that mean? That I'm not a candidate for the do-what-you-love=success thing?
Or does it mean that my hobby is: "doing whate'er the crap I want!"
If it's the former, then that's depressing. But if it's the second, it's even more depressing, because the only career path that seems to point to is a rich housewife. Which is the last thing I want to be, but sometimes seems to be my most natural gift.
