When I started creating toons and games and designs and worlds as a kid?
I did so because it was what I wanted to do.
The act of doing it, was the reward.
The idea of being able to do it ‘as a grown-up’ was a pipe dream. Family assured me (frequently) that I would eventually have to think about what ‘real job’ I would like to do when I grew up.
The idea of fashioning it into a real career wasn’t realistic. Family assured me (frequently) that it wasn’t a viable path, that the tertiary skills required to even try weren’t ones I posessed, and that it was better to do something else.
And yet it’s all I’ve ever done. I’ve earned more doing it by my 30s than I ever imagined I’d ever earn across my whole lifetime. I proved them wrong, and I did my kid-self proud.
But you know what?
If it only ever generated minimum-wage,
If it only ever worked through struggle,
If it only ever made family say “told you so”,
That wouldn’t matter.
Because I remember why I started. Not for money. Not for comfort. Not for proof. But because it’s simply what I wanted to do.
I married a woman who loved me when all I had was minimum-wage and struggle. We’d be happy together if it’s all we ever had.
So wherever you are in your career or your interests,
Don’t let new goals move into your mind like squatters. Don’t let nay-sayers dissuade you from doing you.
Remember why you started.