As I near fatherhood (a few weeks and counting, maybe less), I find myself contemplating alot of global, existential issues. Perhaps this is because I try to envision what type of life my daugther will have, or perhaps I'm feeling guilty because the majority of my wife's pregnancy can be distilled to me pacing and wondering how my life will be affected, both positively and negatively (I have been quite helpful inbetween).
There is a very fortunate, but slim, percentage of society who's occupation also happens to be their passion or life's work. Conversely, the bulk of the masses are stuck doing something that they wouldn't do voluntary unless a paycheck was involved, and obligations in the background that necessitate that paycheck. No one wants to be a claims processor, a data entry specialist, or hold a traffic sign, but some will have no recourse but to make such occupations their life work. The lucky few (and it is luck - if everyone who wanted to be a moviestar suddenly moved to Hollywood to try and make it, we would simply have that much more meat coming out of the grinder) have a seat at the table while most others simply plod.
Recently my friend Matt, a great bass player, confided to me that the secret to fatherhood is to learn what is most important to yourself and to make sure to keep doing those things when you're not providing care to your family. In thinking about this, I realized my life's work: at some point, I will (offically) start, compose, produce, and complete a solo musical project. It will be candid; it will be passionate; it may be mediocre. But my passion calls, and my music theory-deprived mind and hands are poised to create something that will satisfy myself and the inherent need to somehow make a positive impact on those around me. In the meantime, I will strive to be the best father and husband possible.