I'm lucky enough to be doing my dream job: writing stories.
I may not make a lot of money doing it, but like Stephen King says "Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy." and I couldn't agree more with that statement.
I have a day job. I have to pay my bills and right now writing isn't doing that for me--but when I'm not working I'm able to sit in front of my laptop and weave a tapestry of fiction that I can put out online for everyone to read without anyone trying to tell me I can't or I'm not good enough. I get to give something new to the people who believe in me and, story by story, believe in myself. Plus my day job helps me pay for ways to get a leg-up in my career (I've got an online tour coming up in March!) so I'll happily do it.
So I count myself lucky among the lucky few in this world. I'm living my dream. I've got a wonderful husband and a cutie of a cat and I get to live for myself. I've got a pretty fantastic life! 💓💓