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Suffering under the amorphous and disconcerting sensation that some of my favorite creative endeavors are not nearly as good as I thought they were, and that I may put time and energy and heart and soul into them and they will still never be good enough, and nobody will actually like them.  I am a proficient enough lyricist (I think), but I will never be an adequate composer, and people with real talent and expertise will be distinctly unimpressed with me.

It's difficult to face up to being inadequate when you want so very much to be excellent.  But, on the other hand, it's an important realization.  I'd rather know my weaknesses and shift my focus to my strengths than be mediocre at something and ignorant of the fact.  So, that's my challenge to myself, on record here.