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.