Five years ago I chose to take on the unenviable task of writing a eulogy for my mother. I felt I needed to do this for her, but it was very hard to do because, to be brutally honest, she was a nobody. She never did anything of distinction, was never married, only had one child, was basically disowned by her own family, cleaned other people's houses and offices for a living and had done so for decades, mainly read as a hobby, had no friends beyond those whose houses she cleaned and had never traveled. I still managed to talk about her for 5 minutes and actually brought a tear to the funeral director's eye. The closing went as follows: "perhaps you can take a moment to remember that a simple life can also make a difference, and thus can a simple life become one of the truest greatness."
I never felt super awesome as a young woman. I've always been dreadfully pragmatic, practically from childhood.