When I was a little younger, my noble self thought, “It doesn’t matter what I make as long as I make a difference and do something I love. I don’t need to be rich.”
How sweet. And stupid.
If only I’d realized there were a lot of options that could have been fulfilling and made a good income. Baller status income, even. [Also, the fact that I used the word “baller” should indicate that I’m getting older. I may or may not also use the term “mack daddy” occasionally.]