Discouraged but Truthful

I sit at my desk for my day job wondering how I can even exist in a world where I am always bouncing from roll to roll, identity kind of split the same, just bouncing between day job, to student, to artist, to husband, to etc. I have found the most challenging thing of my life is integrating all this into a whole self. I have always desired to be identified as A, B, or C, and then as X, Y, or Z. I know what I love. I like to help people, love to be loved and love, and I like to make art. Ever since I was a budding commercial artist I always wanted to define myself as something I did, something important. I am now 61 years old and think I wasted a lot of time hunting for the right title instead of just doing the work. My artistic expression comes in fits and starts, and then long stops. I am now at a place where basic human connections are at the top of my list. I have no idea if anybody will ever purchase anything from me and have to let that go. I am willing to build a network of people to surrond myself with that are good and loving, perhaps willing to be in the boat with me, a kind of Noah's ark for creatives who are just waiting for calmer waters and a trip to the other side.