Feb 2 & 3: Special Skill

I have this fantasy that everyone has a special skill bestowed on them. And if you find that skill you will succeed. It is an inspiring and forgiving fantasy. It is inspiring because it means that everyone can succeed. And it is forgiving because it implies that if you aren't succeeding it is because you haven't yet found your special skill and if you keep searching and trying you will get there. I don't know where this idea of a bestowed characteristic-- or a calling-- comes from. I don't even know where this special skill is bestowed from. I'm not religious so it wouldn't be a gift from God. Nor does any belief in fate or an implicitly ordered cosmos factor in.  This belief is almost instinctual, even while my brain denies it, pointing out 10,000 hours to expertise, practice makes perfect, and other commonly accepted ideas about success being tied to actually DOING. Somewhere deep in my core a very stubborn part of my rejects this for the more romantic notion that I will someday stumble upon my calling. That it will come naturally to me. That giving up easily on things I was not immediately good at, not investing enough time or effort into any one thing, not choosing to pursue any one interest for fear it was the wrong one-- these were good decisions. That they weren't driven by laziness or fear or incompetence. I have been biding my time and every day that passes special skill still absent, the more panic consumes me. It's going to be too late to perfect anything now if my heart is wrong and my brain is right and practice really does make perfect. Who has 10,000 hours to spare? What if my life and success is really up to me? I'm not confident I know how to approach that kind of responsibility. I which is why I have this fantasy.