Difficult to tell from your comment but if you did bring yourself some financial stability, it was unlikely time wasted.
If you want to give more time to developing yourself as a writer or musician or artist, there's time. You can shift gears, you just have to understand the tradeoffs because just like neglecting social life and artistic development led to those parts of yourself being underdeveloped, so will shifting gears in your thirties in regards to your career.
If you don't throw yourself full-bore into those new pursuits, you can still pick them up as hobbies, choose modest projects, and split the difference.
To be sure, the short stories and such I wrote in my early 20's are embarrassing to me now.
Pynchon was a young published writer when he wrote the story "Entropy" — I believe it was later embarrassing to him (and well it should be).
Since I was raised by a single mother (working as a secretary) I took financial responsibility very seriously — such that, while I had an artistic bent, I did not waste my money paying for college to pursue a degree as impractical as art. I don't think though that, like you, that I have had many second thoughts about the path I took. I know I would have done the same thing given another chance.
On the other hand I have since raised three kids and encouraged all of them in creative expression. I made it clear as they grew up that college was going to be a free ride for them — they should pursue whatever degree that speaks to them. (My first daughter majored in Fine Art — is busy getting her tattoo license).
I kind of feel like I got a second chance through them. Or a chance to see what-could-have-been. They're fortunate. I and perhaps you were not.
My regret is watching so much crap on cable TV before starting a family (cut the cord when the first was born, never looked back). Got a lot of free time back to pursue more artistic interests. :-)
Sounds like you are me. I worked tons, paid off my house. Got my retirement fund way up. Lots went well; but obviously came at a cost of other things.
>There’s a “regret” folder sitting in my Google Drive with two half-finished books and at least half a dozen songs I was too chickenshit to finish and release out in the wild.
Andy Weir was in his 40s when he finished his 3rd book and managed to get it published. Now he's a contemporary scifi leader.
Personally managed to finish writing 3 books but I'm too chickenshit to actually try to get them published. I'm a tech, not a writer and I'm not expecting they are any good.
>I reckon it’s still not too late, but something tells me that it is…
Nope, not at all too late. You have decades to get back to those.
Just a nice example that it ain't too late.
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/6495956-for-what-it-s-worth...
In their 30s, most average people are busy with kids and work and have little time to socialize.
But eventually they will reunite with their lifelong friends and make videos like these: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4g3OT7w1u5s (I have no affiliation with those people)
Whatever your goal is, try to stop having 0% days.
You don't need to have 100% days, Just avoid having 0% days.
In a few months or a year you'll be surprised at the progress you've made.
Had a realization about small steps making a huge difference a few days ago.
It was so profound to me that I've written a short essay about it.
Worst mistake of my fucking life. Did me no good anyway, as all of peers who had a head on them and took more traditional paths ended up reaching where I was or better within a few years.
I did this too, to avoid addressing being gay. At times in my life I've regretted working so much, but in my late 50's I developed some health problems because of a goofed-up immune system (CVID). Now, I'm glad I was able to retire at 45 because I was a workaholic in my younger days. I still enjoy my life, but if I had to work full time, it would be pretty miserable and I'd probably have to go on disability.
One thing I try to keep in mind about regrets: when looking back, people always assume that if they had made a different decision, the outcome would have been better. But you don't actually know that: things could have turned out worse.
My parents were not very well off and I had to work a couple of jobs to put myself through higher education, so I think this is where that came from. The ironic thing was that in that part of my life I had basically no responsibility so could have actually lived my life and don't whatever I wanted, I just didn't have much money.
Now I'm in my 30s, have a family, and have a ton of responsibilities. I'm doing somewhat well financially (money in > money out), but now have no free time to actually do anything, and not enough savings to take an extended break from working.
Would some things have gone better if I'd done that with my 20's instead of my 30's? Undoubtedly. At the same time, other things made it much easier in my 30's -- for an obvious example, having money already saved up freed me from having to work some menial job to support myself during those years.
It's definitely not too late.
When Günter Grass (famous German author) was asked for advice to young writers he said something like: "Don't try to become a writer just because you want to be one. And if you absolutely must do it, don't study languages. Pick a career that forces you into contact with lots of people. A waiter in a restaurant or something. If young people start to write without knowing the world, they risk writing about their own belly button too soon." (Writing about your belly button being an expression for writing about your own selfish viewpoints and insecurities)
I'm in my mid thirties and published my first short stories last year. I'm very pleased with the result and I'm glad I didn't publish my earlier stuff. I was terribly opinionated while trying to sound enlightened and only out to prove something to myself and the world. Now I have the maturity to be more expressive and it shows in the feedback I get. (Always express, never impress they say.)
Now I'm putting off my first novel to learn about computers, because I feel like having a good job is a more pressing issue right now than artistic expression.
And I'm absolutely positive that it won't be too late for my novel when I'm 40.
Now I’m in my 30s with next to no social life and the realization that I’ve wasted away my time and whatever little talent I have.
There’s a “regret” folder sitting in my Google Drive with two half-finished books and at least half a dozen songs I was too chickenshit to finish and release out in the wild.
Always wonder how things might have turned out if I had more supportive parents (financially, emotionally) and if I had taken a few different relationship decisions.
I reckon it’s still not too late, but something tells me that it is…