The more I think about the need to explore superdooperness, the more I seek out examples to live by. And, as you might expect, the Soviet / Russian space program offers a shining light to all who need to know it is OK to be superdooper:

The activities of the astronauts in the days leading up to the launch from Baikonur, located in the bleak Central Asian steppes, are carefully choreographed, with crews repeating many of the mundane activities of their predecessors. These rituals are thought to bring good luck to missions launched from Baikonur, home of the world's oldest manned space program...

Before leaving for the launch, the cosmonauts sip champagne and leave their signatures on the doors of their hotel rooms. Then they ride aboard a minibus to the launch pad listening to Grass Near Home, a 1983 hit of Soviet rock band The Earthlings...

The cosmonauts get out of the bus near the rocket and urinate on its right rear wheel. The rite dates back to Gagarin himself, who reportedly did not want to soil his space suit during the takeoff.

The point of having a ritual is in large part to have a ritual. It makes you ritualized. Rituals remind you that you are something from before you were. Which is, in itself, a key to superdooperness. It does not so much make you superdooper as makes it apparent to others as well as yourself that you are. Oh, yes you are.