Modesty or false modesty?

Since neither of my readers is likely ever to ask me my opinion, I suppose I had better take it upon myself to give it anyway. If I were to be asked, I would, I think, have to describe myself as a pretty modest, unassuming sort of a chap as chaps go. At least, that is how I have always thought of myself. I'm not the sort to push myself forward when there are others who want to get to the bar as well, which generally means I go thirsty for longer than anyone else in the pub. I don't claim to be especially good at anything, certainly not any sporting activity, although I do think I have a modest talent for some things. Ironing socks, for example. Which is all very well. But then I stop and reassess. Yes, I do have a certain talent. I can string a few words and sentences together and occasionally come up with something interesting or amusing. I was actually surprised how well received was my first effort at writing a book although I don't kid myself that it will ever be accepted by a publisher. And just occasionally, very occasionally, I manage to take a photograph that could almost have been taken by a professional.

I think most of us need from time to time to step back and take a look at ourselves as I have just done. Is our talent really as good as we think or are we kidding ourselves? One the other hand, modesty is all well and good, but false modesty does nobody any favours.