Since my early years I always got fascinated for people with diverse set of skills. People that could do really different difficult tasks and at same time the most common as well. My father as a military man, was a practical man. He would call them Jack of all trades, Master of none.
I would call them Ducks.
A duck can fly, walk and swim. Badly in all three categories.
But they can fly from danger and they don’t die of drowning.
As a duck, I’m free to write and create my destiny.