Several years ago, when I was employed by the American Red Cross, my Mom told me about a conversation she had with my brother.
Mom had mentioned something about my work and my brother said, “Oh, that…. When is she going to get over that non-profit thing?”
That “non-profit thing,” Mom explained, was my job. Sure I could make more money working somewhere else, but what I was doing was worthwhile–and although it wasn’t a lot of money, it was enough to live comfortably. (Thanks, Mom!!)