A few months ago, someone close to me lamented about their life choices. “This was never supposed to be a professional direction,” loved one said. “This was only a hobby.”
Head scratch. (Me.)
I always thought that a hobby is what you want to do even if no one paid you.
A few weeks later, the thoughts keep swirling in my tinny head. Now I am clear.
The luckiest people make a living off their hobbies. Yes, sir.
This is every artist’s dilemma. We know what we love, and we’d do it for no compensation. (Shhh, don’t tell anybody.)
And the luckiest among us are paid to do what we love.