It sounds like it could be great advice for the future adults of the world but would never have worked for me back in the 60s. Since the 6th grade, all I wanted to be when I grew up was an archaeologist/singer/songwriter. I spent my babysitting money on books like Tombs, Temples and Hieroglyphs and The World of Rod McKuen. My blue parents could not afford to pay for 4 years of college so I worked my ass off to pursue my passions and earned small but sufficient scholarships, and between them and working part-time and entertaining my dorm room mates for free with acoustic versions of Rocky Raccoon, I got my degree in Anthropology (minor in Sociology). That led to a short marriage and even shorter but informative career as an assistant to the Cumberland County Clerk which naturally led to a very long second marriage and even longer second career as an engineering drafter (draftsman to all you old fashioned folks), all the while keeping alive my dream of songwriting, the latter being the only thing I've done consistently, off and on, for over 50 years.

I say Rowe's advice would not have worked for me because, had I not followed my very impractical passion, albeit via a very circuitous route, I would never have arrived at this point in time, at my ultimate happy place with the love of my life, still writing from my heart and never regretting the wrong turns because in the end, they were all right turns.

Just my take.

Ricki

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