This is interesting. Sometimes, I wonder if I was supposed to be a writer at all. This is the career I'd picked for myself since the age of 10ish. I've long thought of it as my authentic organic identity because I picked it at a young age. But hey, people change.

While I largely enjoy my career as a writer and I enjoy the everyday process of writing, I do procrastinate from time to time. I wonder if this is an inevitable consequence of turning one's passion into one's work—and dulling it as consequence? Or have I yet to discover a true calling I would gladly dedicate 15 hrs/day of work to?