Living and working at the same time

It seems I can't do both simultaneously. What's wrong with me?

I can remember the moments when I truly felt alive. Perhaps it's because they’re so few and far between.

My days—and consequently, my life—are dominated by work. I don’t mean my painting work or things I do for myself, but the work I do to pay my bills. Client work.
I get out of bed around half past seven, eat my breakfast, shower, and then plant myself …