Jack of All Trades, Master of... Something?

Another writing struggle post amongst the expectations.

I’ve been sitting with this strange though. I’ve become a jack of all trades with little to show for it.

You know the phrase. Jack of all trades, master of none? I used to have little idea what it really meant. That you knew a lot, perhaps. Or you’re an expert at a lot of little parts of things, but now it feels different. It rolls off the tongue with a kind of finality. Like a diagnosis.

Like I’m someone who flits from thing to thing, never quite sticking the landing of what I am doing or want to do. Yet, I can’t help but feel that something in that phrase is... off.

Or at the very least, it’s incomplete. Maybe I just want it to be.

Because what if there’s more to the story?