I'm 43 and I've lived a very "dynamic" life and I was homeless myself when I was 16. I went to 11 different high schools and dropped out in grade 9. I'm 100% self-taught.
In my life I've lived in a foreign country for a year and thrived, screwed 100+ beautiful women, written books, driven and owned nearly every fast car I've wanted, rags to riches, back to rags, and still stoked for more!
I'm here because I'm squeezing every last drop of adventure I can out of this life. Maybe you hate me today, but hopefully, over time, you'll learn to appreciate someone like me that lives in the moment and encourages others to worry less, do more.
p.s. for your kid, get a rocking chair, the first Christmas I had my kid, my most favourite memory was sitting in front of the fireplace sometime early in the morning. It was blue hour and it had freshly snowed, so it was incredibly quiet. Feeding my kid a bottle, slowly rocking the infant back to sleep, the fireplace crackling away, it was extremely cozy and I remember praying afterwards to God to offer my thanks in getting me out of the party life and towards more meaningful living.
Writing books is meaningful, anon, hope you can see that. :)