It’s impossible to feel powerless when people on multiple continents love you and devote themselves to making you happy. It’s not quite so sweet a gig as it seems on the surface —being a dad/confessor/all-seeing-overlord during a pandemic is a touch stressful— but it tends to keep one constantly aware that the world is full of possibilities.
As for inadequate? Sometimes not at all. Sometimes a lot. Like any shitty creative person, I have a robust reserve of self-loathing that I can tap any time I find myself doing too well, too easily.