Isn’t it funny how you begin to know what you want to do.
Maybe not even what you want to do, but at least what you want to be around.
Sometimes it involves being around things you don’t want to do.
- You are drawn to books and disinterested in design.
- You are drawn to writing and disinterested in public speaking.
- You are drawn to marketing and disinterested in insurance.
And regardless of what you do to put food on the table, you at least begin to understand what the margins will look like.
This is true for anything, but I know it to be true for books.
Life happens, and one day you realize that books are going to be a major part of your life.
All of us that have experienced this have arrived in different ways.
Some realized it in grade school, some in college, and some after a summer of forced school reading.
Some of us were maybe just around cows for too long.
“As soon as I got those nineteen books I began a subversive, deeply engrossing secret life as a reader. I very soon knew that reading would be the central and stable activity of my life, and that making a living would have to be made to fit in somehow, but if I could help it, it would not involve cows.”
— Larry McMurtry, Walter Benjamin At The Dairy Queen
