This thread has expanded into interesting territory, but I took another look at the OP and feel a need to comment on this line, which pretty much sums up the issue for krenmaster, I think.
I'll probably wander a bit, too...
I can relate. You're not alone.
Honestly, learning to fly was as much about "finding myself" for me as it was about anything else.
I needed a challenge that would help me grow, preferably something I found fascinating. Flying fit the bill.
And it worked. I still lack the discipline I should have, overall, but getting the hang of flying, and planning flights, and all of it changed the way I think and how I do things.
It made me a better Me.
I remember feeling disappointed sometimes that I didn't "feel like a pilot" yet... not cocky, but... well, unsure, especially when I got an "attaboy" from somebody. start thinking about that stuff instead of just trying to clear that hurdle you've got in front of you, and you'll suffer for it.
I'm not sure how great a role "unconfidence" plays, statistically, in aviation accidents, but I know the toll it takes on flying dreams... a lot of people bail because they don't realize yet that a real aviator is always wary, but in time that self-doubt becomes just another tool in the toolbox, plenty sharp but if you are used to handling it you won't cut yourself.
I made good progress in that direction, especially when able to fly often.
And my greatest moments of pride so far have had nothing to do with an instructor or pilot acquaintance praising my skill or judgement, or nervous first-timer pax exiting with a smile after the flight... no, it's been those times when I was all alone with a puzzle or a problem and did everything just right, or surprising myself with an excellent landing at some strange field early in the morning, without even strangers there to see it.
Or the glow of finishing some just-for-the-hell-of-it flight after everything went exactly as I'd planned, and I felt I'd also built up some flying "muscles".
All of us screw up from time to time, on the other hand... but part of the seasoning is learning to just make a note to work on that deficiency; don't dwell on it.
I pretty much scared the hell out of myself when I took up flying again after a 4-year hiatus; I'll admit it. But it was a pure psych-out... there was nothing wrong, really. My checkout went well, my BFR was demanding and the CFI pulled no punches but said my basic skills were still there, and I was eager to fly.
But that first takeoff on my own was surprisingly scary. Worse than my very first solo. But I had the perspective from all my previous time, and it came to my aid after I got settled on downwind. That's the perspective that shows not "omigosh, what am I doing up here?" but "well, gotta land sometime, ain't nobody up here to do it for you... suck it up."
Turning final, I was still thinking I might just park it after the first landing, I was scared that I was scared....
but I didn't realize I was assuming, as before, that I'd make a competent landing.
And I did. I'd done it before- I knew how to do it. The butterflies were gone by the time I exited the runway, and I spent the rest of my booked time just trying to make the best landing I could. By the time it was over, I was having fun, and I felt like a pilot again.
Since then I've had the quiet heebie-jeebies, briefly, now and then, usually while driving to the airport (what's the wind really doing at the field? Is the plane OK? Does my plan make sense? It's been more than three weeks; should I? etc, etc)... but it's been a while.
And it's normal. Accept that, and you'll have that self-doubt in its cage where it belongs... present, but unable to interfere.
I feel pretty good nowadays about my ability as the sole manipulator on any given flight... now that I'm pushing 250 hours, I just have to make extra-sure I don't fall into the trap that's killed more pilots than any other:
Complacency.