I tend to be the exact opposite, in a bad way. People flock to me like I'm a keg of cheap beer at a frat party, hang out for a bit, and then, bloated & kinda sick, sprint in the other direction. I, too, chip away at success with a nail file and have fluctuating confidence that hard work still may not land me there. If I ever do "arrive," I hope no one calls me an "overnight success"--that success will be built on years of failure. You're a great writer and I thoroughly enjoyed this essay!!