And I know she is thinking- though too polite to say so, that we ought to give up and get real jobs. After all, aren't we a bit too old to be trying to live a dream?
But what she can't comprehend is this:
While the money would be nice, should one of our artistic projects ever make more than just enough to pay the electric bill; we don't hold our breath for that day. In fact we hardly ever think about it, knowing as we do that it will probably never come.
In fact, if we knew without a doubt that our art/hobbies would never get us further than it has so far, it would make no difference whatsoever to how we live our lives.
We would change nothing because it isn't for a dream that we are striving, but for the art itself and to simply be able to wake up every day and do what makes us happy.