As one might guess, I am a big proponent of creativity and expression. To me, there is no greater joy than to be able to create something with your hands that invokes a response in others, from a smile or a laugh to thoughtful introspection.
All the while I loved the arts. I founded a cartoonist's organization at the University. I drew a daily cartoon strip for the student newspaper. And in between my "serious" classes, I took classes in scuplture, photography, drawing, animation, and music. I even almost joined the Glee Club.
It never occurred to me that I always got "A's" in my art classes, even though I never once got an "A" in any other class. I didn't even feel like I was "working", because I enjoyed my art classes so much.
Now it is many years later, and as I write this, it is my job to sit at a computer in a beige cubicle and write computer programs. I am paid well. My environs are temperate. My chair is comfortable.
I am the man in this model. Society tells me I am successful.