Maybe this will help, maybe it won't.
All I ever really wanted to do was lift big weight. When I was a teenager, I was told school had to come first. So I put aside lifting, studied my ass off, made it into a top private school, full scholarship. Holy balls, then the work started - I never had any clue I'd have to work that hard to keep up.
I got off to a bad start, but then came back, and pulled 4.0 semesters. I was told that I should work on my PhD. So, I got into a top grad school, full research assistant, and worked on my PhD. Holy balls - the work. I didn't have time for anything but studying.
Went through a bunch of personal shit, ended up out of the PhD program with a complementary masters, and finally started lifting again. I really had purpose. I was thinking about competing in a BB show.
I was about 30. Everybody told me I had to get my professional life on track. So, I did. I started my own software development business. No time to train, and diet went to hell.
Fast forward to 3 months shy of age 45. I was morbidly obese, hated everything about myself. I remember my wife and I were enteraining clients in our penthouse suite in the Ritz in Chicago, and we went out to a musical, and afterwards, I told her, "I want out."
For my 45th birthday, I started to try to train again. Had a lot of pain, and found out I had a disease which was going to leave me immobile by about the age of 60, if not dead.
I'm 51. If there's one thing I regret deeply in my life, it's that decision to stop pursuing that first bodybuilding show at about age 30, and to hop into the professional rat race with both feet and give up training.
Good luck with your decisions.