I have been through dramatic career changes including classic piano, engeneering, medical school, medical doctor, OB/GYN, Ph.D., major of Russian Army, business owner.
I moved to USA in 1995. My life in the States has changed according to the speed at which I have learned English, including a baby-sitter, department store cashier, hostess, waitress, customer service, some computer programming and business college, a corporate manager and finally the vice president of a renewable energy corporation.

At 46 I took my first drawing class, year later I was introduced to clay. Looks like it will be no more changes on my "profession" list.
I found everything I need.

Statement:
We got this life to live and worse that could happened -- we die.
Too bad!
We all got super lucky to be here in a first place, compare to all who never had a chance. At this level, there is no meaning of life to get some prize or achieve some goal. We already have been honored --- to get a human skin. And Gods envy us. It's so special because time-to-go-bell could ring anytime. There is no time to be bored. And there is no "thing" or person that can make us happy, except ourselves.
I see the meaning of my life as a process of being here. To this point, my art is not the goal, it is the product of my pleasure of being.