Money is a great eaquilizer, I think. If you do something you love for money, it makes it less fun, because it somehow desecrates the act and you have to stick to deadlines, rules and what other people tell you to do. On the other hand, if you do something you hate for money, it might make it bearable, if not even enjoyable.
And then it all depends on how much money you make. Becoming filthy rich while doing something you love would be the optimum, of course. But if that option is not available (as for 99.9% of all people), would you rather make a lot of money working a job you hate, or make enough money to get by, by doing what you love?
Well, I guess you know which option we here went for! 
Yes, you went the “fame, fortune and celebrity route”, right?
Yep, turned my photography hobby into a degree and a job that lasted about five years. After that, flying as a USAF loadmaster for 30 years never got old. I didn’t get rich, but I did love it. Great comic strip,
Just another indication of how clueless Hans is. The combination of Chuck and IFR is only humorous when accepted as fiction.
It was cold, only a bit above freezing and raining sideways. I’m fueling a flight and wondering just why is it the job did not bother me (and the job never did bother me. It was management or fellow co-workers who made the misery). I also thought about how glad I was not to be flying in weather like that.
Then I look over and a Cessna 182 is in line to take off, having delivered the New York Times, Washington Post and some other papers for the News Stands and Hotels and was now flying in quite horrible weather to get to wherever his next stop was going to be. My thought was, that night, even if I hated my job and he loved flying more than anything else, that particular night I think I would rather be doing my job.