I knew a man who lived a lovely bohemian artist life into his 50s, embracing poverty in the interest of freedom, and then was offered a nine-to-five job by his brother-in-law and took it and found it liberating to have at last some structure in his life.
This is true. Freedom is hard work, and art is lonely: You sit at an easel by yourself and await inspiration and time can get very heavy. He found it a huge relief to put on clean clothes every morning and be at an office by nine and complete a string of tasks and feel part of a team.
Think of this before you quit your day job!