Deep down, you don't want to admit it, but you suck. You know you do.
But you get things done. You answer all your bosses' emails immediately. You have a partially valid response to everything, every time. You delegate to your team, the team you hired given the very limited budget you have authority over. The team you got moving on their first day without training at all. Delivering stuff. Submitting stuff. Doing stuff. Reporting stuff. That nice PowerPoint you show every month that takes them weeks to compile and decorate, bless their hearts. You hit your numbers. Numbers you've set and knew were easily achievable all along. I got to give it up--you're good. That's why you get paid the big bucks.
But you know you suck.
You can feel it, no matter how you ignore those pangs at the corner of your sides on the periphery that you make your gaze elude.
You don't want to suck.
You don't know what it is. You can't put your finger on it. No one's ever told you.
I'll tell you why you suck.