My confidence began wavering as the date got closer. I started getting nervous that this particular class would not like my style. That maybe I wouldn’t be “good enough” when compared to their normal instructor. That somehow, heaven forbid, I might disappoint them.
The way I see it, I know what to expect at each restaurant, therefore I am not disappointed by trying something new and wishing I had just stuck with what I know and like. I still get variety because I go to different restaurants, and of course I do not order the same thing at each place. That would be very boring. So this way I get the best of both worlds, good food that I like, a little variety and no disappointment in choosing something I am later sorry I tried.
Routine = Safe = Happy me.
Having fun is exactly what I did. And even though I felt like I should, I didn't apologize. I encouraged them to appreciate the variety in instruction.
A funny thing happened on the way to "fun" for me.…. my nervousness, my fear, my competition with the regular instructor (which was only in my own mind anyway) vanished.
I thought it went well. The instructor may never ask me back, but hey, I had a good time.