If I swapped my day job for writing, would I enjoy it to the same extent? I feel no dread or sinking feeling when I sit down to write. Though, I also do it at my leisure. If I’m not in the mood to write, I don’t. Could I be good at writing? Could I make a living? Maybe and somewhere between no and maybe. Is it ever possible to know without fully immersing myself in it? I guess that’s not even possible. There would always be some other competing priority. In any event, something I will no doubt continue to throw around in my head.