When I picked up a guitar 33 years ago, I had no idea where it was leading. I quickly became obsessed with learning everything I could. Within a year, I had the grand visions of tour buses and throngs of adoring fans. About 12 years later, after a failed record deal and one kick in the owie after another, I put music aside and "grew up." What I discovered shortly after was that, the love I had for music that first year was the real thing. The dreams of fame and gigs and all that was just window dressing. I enjoyed it the most when I was playing just for my own entertainment. And so I have spent every moment since enjoying the heck out of it and writing music so I have it to play in my car. I do, of course share that with others and make self released stuff (as well as do the You Tube thing now), but the dynamic is completely different when it's first for yourself and then if people like it, that's fine too.
So all that is a very long (and self absorbed) way of saying that you shouldn't worry about where the journey is taking you with music. It is so much more fun when it is just the sound track for YOUR journey and not for what lies at the end of the road.