I I remember working at a restaurant shortly after high school and one of the waitresses said a phrase I thought I was familiar with. She said I was a "Jack of all Trades, Master of None." Well I had heard the "Jack of all Trades"  part many times. The "Master of None," not once until then. So I asked her about it because I was kind of insulted. She scolded me. "Don't blame me," she said. "I didn't make it up. That's how the expression goes."

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Turns out that Master of None would haunt me. It was like a burr under the saddle. A shadow over everything I did for the next few decades. I can do pretty much anything I put my mind to, with focus and precision, fully intending to master it. Good? That's easy. Great? No problem. But a master? I would love to say that I did master something. But that's such an ambiguous claim, isn't it?

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How could I ever become a true master?

 

All of the skill I have collected over the years has taken me to this moment in time. It brought me to writing. Expressing my thoughts and sharing them with the world. Quite honestly, it's the one thing I have no intention of trying to master. It's hard to quantify such a thing. I can be myself and tell my story and think, why would I ever want to master this. For writing is the journey itself. 

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The journey I have to offer is my understanding of people. The means in which I create a scene and the action that follows. Lots of action. Creating exciting tales is satisfying enough. It is the art of a great story that drives me. No desire to master anything. Only to breathe life into my imagination.