One of the hardest lessons to learn is that often as adults, what we want to do and what we must do are two very different things. Part of being a mature adult is being able to recognize the difference and then making the right decision.
I’d rather write all day than come to my day job, but I know that’s not possible, at least not yet. So I get up every morning to do what I must and try to be reasonably competent at it. Not easy when what I’m really thinking about are alternate universes and teenagers who could knock you on your butt with a single glance. Or maybe a playground bully who finally gets what’s coming to him.