I write software (usually) and technical manuals (sometimes) for a living. I started out doing both of those things at Apple in the late 1980s.
I spent 10 years at Apple and then six years at a startup that was acquired by Cisco.
Then I developed a chronic illness that took me out of the workforce and bankrupted me.
After getting a diagnosis (after two years of trying) and adjusting to my new reality, I got my health under control, starting working again--mostly as a consultant--and gradually reconstructed my life to fit the new circumstances.
I've been working as a consultant for about sixteen years now, and life is good. I like my work. I live alone except for my elderly mother. My children are grown and our relationship is good. In my spare time I write stories and songs and software and draw pictures. Despite my health-related bankruptcy lo, these many years ago, I am now rich, not in the sense of owning a lot of capital, but in the sense of having a good and satisfying life and expenses that are less than my income.
I've done a bunch of work that I find interesting. Over the past couple of years, it's been helping an engineering company with software development, AI, and product development. The work is interesting and my colleagues are congenial.
Am I living the dream? Yes, I think so. At least I'm living a modest, reality-adjusted old man's version of the dream, and I'm pretty happy with it. I expect to keep doing it as long as possible, until nobody wants my help anymore or I fall over.