I thought doing what I loved was super important. Now I’m doing what I tolerate and it pays well, so that’s good enough.
In that same vein, I thought that I had to have a spotless house or I was failing. Now I like to have a reasonably clean house that takes about a half hour to clean up if I know someone’s coming over. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just enough not to make me cringe.
Pretty much all the things parenting-related that seem critical at the time and that you read about obsessively - organic, homemade baby food, nursing, cloth diapers, no co-sleeping/yes co-sleeping, attachment parenting, scheduling, optimization, all the shit that comes with kids physical and metaphorical - none of it matters. It just doesn’t. As long as you feed your kids, love your kids, aren’t an asshole to them and don’t let them be assholes, either, it really doesn’t matter.