Below is a fairly accurate Venn Diagram of my skill set:
I am completely comfortable not excelling at all of the activities I enjoy. Yes, I need an inhaler for laser tag. And sure, my clay people are a little deformed and my B flat chord sounds more like a dying cat. You can tell me these things and I won’t be offended. On the flip side, I am also comfortable knowing that I could run circles around you in a statistical analysis showdown. Which, from what I hear, is a common measure of talent and strength.
But when I’m good at something I enjoy, the ego shuts down. I get very nervous. My punching reflexes become laser speed when someone tries to peep over my shoulder to read an in-progress post, and God only knows what happens to those who taste my cooking before I am happy with it.