Is it normal to be in your late twenties debating what, exactly, you want to do with your life? I don't want to quit writing, I just want some form of income stream so that if my mother dies I'm not (completely) screwed. I'd talk about how hard it is to get a job, but honestly the hunt for jobs is so demoralizing that I stopped bothering almost as soon as I started. I'm one of those people who can't handle rejection well, especially if I imagine it. It's why I've been self publishing poetry, I don't want to deal with people telling me it's not as good as pretend it is.