Tonight I saw Joey at work. She was loading my bulky boxes onto one of my trucks. When I jumped in that truck later, I looked at the wall of boxes and thought, Joey does a bang-up job. That's a good wall.
Then I realized it was the wall I had built the last time I was in that trailer.
A few years ago I was going through the files on my old computer. I came across something that I assumed to be a report written by Slimysculpin. I thought, he's a good writer. I should aspire to write like him. But I read on and realized it was a short story I had started writing about a scientist who had a lot of early success and had become bored with life (his big invention was remote-control seaweed; think of the possibilities).
Anyway, it's cool to look at your own work objectively and really like it.
By the way, Slimysculpin would be a good writer if he would just write something. Lazy fish.