Eva, like a lot of people in their 30s, is having one of those classic WTF am I doing with my life? moments that we experience every few years (or months, if you're me). She's pretty happy with her life — she has a job, she has a boo, she lives in a great apartment with her closest friends. Just one small detail, she hates her job. Actually, she hates most jobs, because even though they pay her bills, the soul-sucking part of it just doesn't seem worth it anymore.
We grew up being told "do what you love," but what if what you love is a career that doesn't pay you enough to survive? What if you want to be an actor, dancer, writer, comedian, careers that, except for the most talented and connected 10%, will never provide you with a stable income. In Eva's case, she wants to be a clown. To which her supportive friends say, "If you want to be a clown, be a clown." And to that I say, it's never too late to be a clown (but don't quit your day job just yet).