I thought I was just fine at cooking scrambled eggs--until I had to make them for Julia Child on her 86th birthday.
The restaurant I managed the kitchen for wasn't open for breakfast. But when Mrs. Child decided that she'd like to have breakfast with twenty or so of her closest friends at our place, well, we opened for breakfast. Cooking for The Queen was an honor, a lifelong memory, and a great opportunity to learn how to make perfect scrambled eggs (medium-low heat, be sparing and gentle in your interactions with the eggs, and leave them more than a little runny).
Somewhere between making those eggs and speaking with Wolfgang Puck about the grilled pizza I had just made for him, I came to two realizations: One, I had made it! I was cooking at the best place for the best customers--and not just cooking, but actually managing the entire kitchen. Two, if this is what "making it" feels like, life isn't quite what I had hoped it would be.