Was loving what you did for a living more important than loving a person at one point in your life?
At a young age I recall being very preoccupied with the notion of being a careerist and wanting to be extremely passionate about whatever I did to earn a living...even moreso than I was about being a wife or someone's mother. Have you ever experienced such feeling?
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