How much money I'm making has almost never in my life been a reliable indicator of whether I thought I was doing much good, or the right kind of work for my talents and sense of purpose.

For me it's an irrelevant signal, like static from the other room.

Yes it's important to make money. But the money gradient field is, I think, incredibly deceptive.

The work that aligns most with my purpose in this world makes not a cent, because I'm too ahead of the curve, and I'm not a one-man PR show.

(It should be noted that ADHD and depression both alter your sense of motivation, and can force you to evaluate and reevaluate very carefully what you're trying to do here while alive. Someone else's laundry is not on that list, though you like doing laundry and could take on a task like that. It's just not on the list, so you aren't putting it in the list. No one's asking. That's good. You don't need hard "no" too often, you just chase your highest purpose in this world. That's plenty to attend to. You don't need distractions. There are plenty already. And you weave a big net - ideas of all kinds zing into that net, and you set them free, like fish you don't want to hurt. In setting them free, you bring them to life, or at least keep a record of them in a journal. See how it works?)

I am basically a spider waiting for ideas.

One lands. TWING-G-G-G-G...