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I am becoming much like my father. I am my own worst critic. This would be fine if things would change. Yet, they seem not too. Nowhere this is criticism more apparent then in the fact that I don't have a career yet. I'm, quite frankly, embarrassed by it. I don't care that I'm *trying* to get a degree. That doesn't change the fact that I'm 27 without a real income and my wife is suffering because of it and will continue to do so until such time as time allows me to be done with this. Everywhere I turn there seems to be something more in the way; something making the wait and fight longer. I'm so tired. Some days I wonder how much longer I can keep fighting. More frustrating is that I can't attack this with the vengeance that is mine! I have to work to feed my small family thus making my wait even longer.