Following up on yesterday’s post (two days in a row, how do you like that?), I finished Hugh MacLeod’s book last night. Lots to think about.
In chapter 35, he raises an interesting question, essentially suggesting that if your hobby becomes your job, you no longer have a hobby.
I’ve always looked at it the other way: If your hobby becomes your job you no longer have a job.
What do you think? Is making a living doing what you love a blessing or a curse?