It’s been almost 30 years since I figured out — much to my surprise — that what I really wanted more than anything else vocationally was to be an artist. And I’ve spent most of the years since then explaining to myself over and over why this isn’t possible.
After enough reasonable explanation, I start getting numb to what I want. I forget what it feels like. I turn my attention elsewhere and tell myself that realistic people do other things. Maybe I can make filmmaking a hobby if I do really well for awhile at something I hate.
Doesn’t that make sense? I can make a few hundred thousand dollars a year as a real estate broker. How about that? Isn’t that more realistic? Sure. Why not. I’ll do that. It all makes so much sense. And it sounds so responsible.
And so I start burying what I know — every now and then, at least — that I want. Until somebody comes along and pokes a stick at something I try hard not to look at.
That’s what happened today.

What if we had a birthday party for the USA — and nobody came?
Dad who made space for daughter reminds me little moments matter
Mark Bodenhausen was a principled libertarian, but he was an even better human being
My heart longs for a future that’s more real to me than the dim past
‘Free money for everybody’? Is it smart for principled libertarians?
The Cain Train becomes train wreck when candidate has to think on feet
New information demands that I change some of what I think I am
If you’re depressed about losing, libertarians are standing by to help