We spend our days fighting the ghost of failure, the failure that our parents tell us about, that lives on the other side of town and in the history books, and in the back of our grandparent's eyes. We are afraid, almost exclusively, of underachievement, underqualifying, and this spurs our quest for accolades.

But what about being overqualified? When do we prepare ourselves for the feeling of being too well-prepared, so well-prepared that we are unable to do the work we are presented with? Where do these qualifications go?