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.
I feel old. Old and tired.
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As to personal or generational: I think both. Though maybe ts an academic thing too. I don't know anybody who is finished or finishing a degree in the liberal arts who is not itinerant and unhappy about that fact.
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We miss you here Ben. And you aren't old! Just a poor sap trying to get started when the world is in a shit hole.