How long does it take to get stable?

I wonder how 'stable' the lives of people my age are who earn a reasonably high income. A regular one that is. Those people my age who are already in the midst of their ' real ' jobs and careers. Those ones who don't have to worry about whether they'll be seeing work next week or not. I was truly envious of these people a couple of months back. Thank god i'm not in that place anymore but i have to say, i still wonder what it must be like to have a stable life. I'm equating a stable life with money. You can be a nutso but you can ALWAYS rely on your savings and your money if you are sensible and have them. I've recently begun to properly save and actually come to sort of enjoy it. My New York trip isn't going to pay for itself and i plan to live like a king when i'm there. No other way than to put my pennies in my cap for that to be a reality.
How long does it take for youngsters like myself to find stability? In movies, when they show people in their fifties they are always doing the same stuff. Gardening in front of their mortgage free home, drinking tea in their mortgage free home, taking their kids out in their mortgage free car. Do we all eventually wind up being in this mortgage free place? I fucking hope so, because right now i can't see myself being there unless i marry someone and i can't imagine myself married to anybody. I think i'd make a really controlling and cold wife, which leaves a lot to be desired ( but i can decorate really well )

What if i'm the way that i am now when i'm in my forties? Hoping that one day it will all come together? Am i doing what needs to be done in order for these things to eventuate? Well, i feel like part of all of this coming together stuff is beyond our power. If you're a writer like me, i think you have to be prepared for super un-stability. I'm not sure if i'm OK with that entirely. A part of me wishes that i wasn't bestowed with all these big feelings and power surging ideas that i have so i wouldn't feel compelled to share and to write for the world. I wish i could just be happy doing something super regular sometimes. Like IT or accounting. That's stable. That's real. Being a writer is un-real. Being a creative is just un-real. It's not stable, it's not predictable, it's fucking unstable as fuck. Your parents look at you with a mixture of worry and hope that it will all come together for you. You, this 'writer' who keeps delaying reality with, " It's OK, i'm still young". Hey Dad, i'm worried too and i want to do something about the instability of my life. But i bought this on myself. I would be a horrible accountant. I like to spend not manage my money.

So people tell us/me to start something new then. I've given advertising a thought or two and i do genuinely believe i'd be good at it. I can rhapsodize the fuck out of anything. Don't get me to sell you something in a store, get me to sell you something with words. I can make an empty plate into something beautiful and coveted. But the problem is, all the jobs that i'd be good at are the ones which are just UN-REAL. Advertising is real, but i feel like the entire industry is made up of people who have their nails dug deep into their job, clutching for dear life. They know there's just nothing out there so they better keep the job they do have. Won't somebody give me a chance to impress them? I don't know. Maybe i should start on something new. But i love writing so much and i know i have knack with expression and words. I just need the right person to hear them.