I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve given up on knowing, actually. I don’t think I really care. I just like to do stuff.
I have my professional career/day job, which is enjoyable.
I’m a writer, but that has more to do with the fact that I’m just constantly writing, than any conscious desire to be one.
I have my little graphic arts side thing going–and it’s actually going consistently, which is a source of great bemusement.
I’m still freelancing when I feel like picking up a job, and I’m dabbling in this, and that over there, and right here.
Meh. Why pick one thing? I still want to be everything when I grow up.
How about you?
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