It's all I ever really believed that I could do, & do passably well...it rules me. You didn't have that as a choice in your poll, so I didn't vote.
I've taken those personality/career choice tests numerous times during my life, & 90% of my interest is in the musical realm, with like 10% being in some sort of design area.
I started out as a child that was ruled by music...my earliest memories involve music, watching musicians on TV, hearing my father at the piano, stuff like that. (My mother had a tin ear. Not a musical bone in her body. I think my sister inherited that trait, & there are times when I envy her for that, believe it or not.)
At around 5 or 6, my dad took it upon himself to teach me piano. He started me on a book for beginners, & I found some blank notation pages in the seat of the piano, & wrote a variation of one of the exercises that I thought was more pleasing. When I presented it to him, I got my butt chewed on the subject of "plagiarism." Yeah, it was definitely a derivative thing, but if it were me with my kid, I think I've had "graded" it more on whether it was musically sound, & encouraged him to go further. Not my old man! I have always resented that. He never told me if what I'd written was "right" or not, musically. I still wonder about that. It was soon after that that he quit teaching me. I think it kinda startled him that I was so precocious that I was able to take a musical idea to my own level, to be driven to alter things & make them my own, & to even have the certain something in me to be a creator, a composer, of music, in a way...I think he resented that ability in me.
My father was a musical purist, classically trained. He never wrote anything that I ever heard of. He was the equivalent of the concert pianist at some point in his life, but decided that the only reason ppl invited him to parties was to be a "human juke box," & he quit playing in front of ppl. He put me down for wanting to be one, as well. If I wanted to hear him play, I had to catch him when he was in the mood, & played on his own. I remember sneaking down the basement steps to hear him play "Napoleon's Last Charge," & thrill to the way the music told of the guns, the horses, the battle itself, with nary a word spoken or sung. He was an amazing musician with a really crappy bizarre attitude about music, ppl, & me in particular...LOL
He did manage to put me off learning notation for many years, & these days it takes me forever, cuz I still feel resentful about it I guess. I simply refuse to put the necessary time into it, for some reason.
Silly, huh? Eh, we never saw eye to eye on much, in my memory.
Sorry, but this brought up some memories that I prolly shouldn't share like this, but wtf. It's made me who & what I am.