There is an existential tug for every artist who does not make their living through that art; the real-world intrusion of responsibility and freedom that is driven by income fights the time, effort and energy to continue to develop and deploy an artistic “product” that will not pay for itself in a traditional sense.
I used IT money to fund my writing life; I saw musical friends tend bar or become nurses so they could gig on weekends. It’s not an unusual blend and one such person made this choice to have a good life he shared with my friend.
It’s worth mentioning Roy Stevens because the strength of commitment to living two lives is not easy. I will say it usually is born of abiding talent because a dilettante interest will simply fade away. The lightning-strike of fame and fortune for writers, artists, dancers, rappers is hard to attract so what’s a writer-artist-dancer-rapper to do? That whole starving artist lifestyle doesn’t really work over a lifetime. A true artist doesn’t stop what they love but an adult artist may need to fund a home, raise a family, all that real world stuff carved out between activities that feed the art/soul born within.
So Roy Stevens worked a “real” job and pursued dance until he died too young, too quickly, a loss for many and reminder to some that you DO what you are born to do, and make peace with the rest of the stuff you have to do to do that!