Mine too, except that you forgot to include the final critical step:
Throw all that bullshit thinking out and go with what you know is right for you.
Had I followed those steps without the final critical one I'd have wound up going for the security and the money, maybe ending up as a surgeon, lawyer, politician, drug lord, or other popular occupation. Nope. 50 years as a working artist, a largely socially despised career choice, doing the social and financial high wire act. Wouldn't change that for anything.
Things provide pleasures, not happiness. Happiness is an inside job.
Poll after poll shows that between 80 and 90% of the population hates their job. That's a lot of lifespan spent doing something one hates just to survive, let alone "prosper". And they spend day after day, year after year, kidding themselves that it's all just fine and that they're content. No wonder things are so fucked up. But there may be change happening as people are reconsidering their lives, getting wise to themselves, and quitting their jobs in record numbers.
All of which is to say, if you really want that stupid hot rod, get the damned thing and enjoy the hell out of it. And if you don't, it's really because you didn't want it as much as you thought you did, and that's fine too. Some other bliss will eventually come along.