What is Fulfillment?

Today I was asked by someone if I changed careers would I be fulfilled. Currently I have an M.A. in Art History. My dream always was to work as a curator or an arts administrator. Somewhere between the B.A. in Art History and getting the M.A. in Art History that got lost in academia. While I was stressed, panicked and living in debt, I loved academia. Too bad it didn't love me back.  I have come to the conclusion... a little late granted... that I need to do what fulfills me & compensates. I need something I can make a living at. Not something that I would spend a living repaying.

What would make me fulfilled? (no particular order)

1. A career in the arts. Working with arts and works of art.
   
2. Something with a good amount of structure but flexible in daily activities. Example. To do something that requires going into an office but no one knows what I exactly do... like a curator or an agent.
3. A life outside of my job. For example to be able to read a book that isn't by Freud, Lacan, Fried, et al. To not be considered low-brow for reading David Sedaris.
4. Financial stability. To not be panicked if I miss a pay check. I can't even buy a groceries without wondering which bill I may have to skip out on. I want to have the means to go to the cafe and sit with a book all day.
   
5. To own a dog. (which ties back into number 4 and 3).
6. To work with a community. To work with local artists on some level. To get kids involved in the arts.
   
7. To be able to travel. To take vacations. To see and photograph the world ( I think either Greece or Chile next).
8. To come home. I have had lots of apartments, lots of places where I may have called home but never felt like home. In fact, I can't even remember the last time I felt at home somewhere and felt truly happy about it. And when I have felt like it, it wasn't home. My belongings were all in boxes and suitcases. Photos stuck up with push pins.  It was were I was living. Not home. 
9. To be independent. To take my boyfriend out for super, and not have him take me out every single time. To help my siblings when they graduate from college. Or at the very least a place where they can crash when they need to.
10. To give back to my mom. She's been so supportive through out all of this.
11. To finally feel happy and genuinely proud of the work I have done. In academia, there is always something that could have been stated better, reworked, etc. Never a completed project.
12. To not feel guilty about doing things that make me happy. I have yet to go to the beach and just enjoy being out near the ocean. I am always concerned about the cost of gas, what papers are waiting to be filled out, etc. I think I was 15 the last time I just enjoyed something without worrying.