I Really Have No Idea What I’m Doing

I Really Have No Idea What I’m Doing

That’s a phrase I think to myself a lot.  A LOT.

I think that when I’m touring full-time care facilities for dad and they are asking questions.  I have no idea what I’m doing.  I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to navigate this.

I think that when I’m working with a freelance client.  I mean, I know how to write, but I have no idea how to be a business person. Fake it till you make it, I suppose.

I think that some days when I’m teaching a new Zumba song.  I don’t remember what I planned, and I’m making it up.

I feel that way when I’m on a women’s outdoor ministry outing and everyone is suiting up for the day’s activity.  An activity I’ve never done before.  It’s go time to figure it out.

Often when I’m in new territory, I panic a bit because I don’t know what to expect or what to do. But somehow, I make it work.  I figure it out. And I’m better for it.


I know some people avoid new and unfamiliar situations because of that feeling of “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”  But I’m always thankful that I went for it.  Figuring it out (while trying to play it cool) always has a payout. I’m a better person for stretching myself.

When have you felt like you had no idea what you were doing?  Tell me about the difficult stretching you’ve been through.  I know I can’t be the only one who is freaking out inside when I’m dealing with new scary things.


  1. Over the past year I’ve had a lot of these moments. When my father was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and we did our best to try to combat said cancer, I had no idea what I was doing most days. When I moved away from the only home I’ve ever known (NWA) to live in Austin with my fiance, away from my mother who had just lost my father…I had no idea what I was doing. When I moved to Austin and instantly had to start job searching (which took 2 months!) I had no idea what I was doing. But in all those days, I had to remain positive and be thankful for everything I am blessed with in life.

  2. That’s something I thought a lot as we were going through infertility treatments/options and adoption…like…seriously, this is for GROWN UPS. I have no idea what I’m doing making these choices, signing these papers!!! (Glad I didn’t let that stop me, though!)

  3. Parenting a teenager. Am I too hard on her? Am I too soft on her? Each day is a new challenge and I am constantly trying to find the fine line of molding her into a productive individual and letting her have her freedom. It is not easy. I feel if I am too hard, she will rebel but if I am not hard enough, she may get out of control. I love her with all my heart and I know she is a very good person (good grades, polite, friendly) but sometimes I feel like I am dealing with an alien from another planet! I have to remember in the back of my head that she is going through a lot as well with hormones. I wish my Mom was still here to help but I am doing the best I can!

    • I SO agree with this. Parenting at all levels is an “I have no idea what I’m doing” situation. But especially teenagers – because you are starting to see that they are becoming adults, and to some degree – the adult they become will depend on your actions! It’s scary!

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