As I write this, my husband is in Aspen working at the X Games. I’m pretty grumpy about that, because last year I was able to go with him. It was an amazing experience. But this year, I couldn’t go. I couldn’t go because I am literally out over my skis here in Washington, DC.
For the first time in years – and I mean years – I was nervous. I was walking into my first class on day one of spring semester at American University. I wasn’t the guest lecturer of the day. I was the professor, and I was teaching for a grade, not just to share an experience.
I had studied the material, I had prepared for class, and lord knows I had taught a lot of people and courses before. So why in the world was I so nervous? And for the love of Pete, why was I so happy to be nervous?
While I was (and remain) grumpy that my teaching schedule kept me from attending the X Games this year, I love that I’m nervous!
I’m nervous because there are 30 students in this class who are paying a *lot* of money to take my course – so I had better make it worthwhile! I’m nervous because I have to learn new systems and technologies to share class materials and upload grades. I’m nervous because I have no idea how I’m going to find time to grade all those papers and exams.
But I love that I’m nervous because it means that for the first time in a long time, I have put myself way outside my comfort zone. I signed up to do something that I don’t have prior experience doing and that I have to learn quickly. I feel completely out over my skis, and it is terrifying and exciting all at the same time. I can’t imagine being anywhere else right now.
When’s the last time you were out over your skis? If it’s been a while, it might be time to get those skis out, dust them off, and go for it.