I don’t have a problem with people making money doing what they love. Says the girl who isn’t.
I hope I get to that point someday though.
It’s easier said than done, of course. Every time I think about making money, I get all sad. Maybe because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to support myself while pursuing my passions.
I remind myself of the days I first started writing and blogging when I didn’t turn a profit whatsoever. When I was beyond excited to create every day because I enjoyed the creative process.
I’ve been worrying a lot over my future. If I don’t do more schooling after graduation, I’ll need to get a job.
I joke to my friends that I’m unemployable. I want to work for myself as well.
I feel conflicted. Unsurprisingly, I don’t enjoy feeling this way.
I’m not sure how I’ll earn enough to pay my way through life, however long mine lasts. The cost of everything seems to go up all the time.
Now that I’ve obsessed over this, I feel my problem isn’t how much I make, but whether I’ll have the freedom to do what I love. I don’t need to be rich to be happy. Yet I still need enough time and money to go after my dreams. Being well off can help create a bit of freedom or flexibility for the sake of my sanity.
Obviously, I don’t want my lifestyle to change for the worse.
The world is a big, bad place. I’ve yet to find my place in it. I hope I can navigate through and not seem utterly lost at every turn.
What a fun post to publish on Christmas Eve. Happy holidays!