I spent most of last week prepping for a new online workshop I taught on Friday. I always get nervous giving a new workshop, mostly because of a complete lack of faith in my ability to think on my feet. Is admitting to being a loser brave? I’m going with “yes.”
The workshop went well, I think, and except for one blip early on, the notoriously tetchy eLearning platform didn’t give me any trouble.
But I was nervous throughout, and it got me thinking. What if I could remove the pervasive “I don’t know what I am doing” worry from my brain? If I could have it surgically removed, or for the Harry Potter literate among you, dump it into a pensieve and never look at it again.
What if I had complete confidence that no matter what happened, I could handle it? Who would I be? Who would my girls grow up to be with a mother like that?
There is nothing funny here and no real story. Just pondering something that has frustrated me for, oh, most of my life.
Clearly I need to watch this video again (and again).