Journeyman

I am sick of being a Journeyman. I am so ready to be a Master, but every village in which I try to set up shop can't afford to keep one. I feel stretched, overworn, aimless. I have energy and crave direction. I have skill and crave material. I have vocation. I am sick of constant crisis. I wonder if this is a generational doom or simply a personal phase. I want something that is what I am, not what I do.
I feel old. Old and tired.