Bonnie’s Pond

We have a school camp comming up in two weeks time, basically the geek at school organised a place where we could stay for two nights and practice teaching on each other in prep for our final assesment. I wasn’t going to volenteer to teach a class I figuredI had a bit of experience and it would be good to see other people styles. Besides the idea of teaching my peers kinda freeks me out.

Today however I got asked to teach a childrens yoga class aparently they all think I’m the childrens yoga expert and they want some ideas of how I would run a class. I’m flattered but scared out of my whits. I have this underlieing belife that I’m a fake and that I have gotten where I am by pure luck and chance and that if anyone to walk into one of my classes they would tell me I was doing it wrong.

Its a fear I can’t quite shake and though alot of the time I push through it its there. You probably wouldn’t know it but I feel almost like my life is a dream and one day someones going to wake up and tell me I’m in the wrong dream. Often my mum will tell me I’m good at something and I sould try it I don’t usually belive her but I do actually trust her judgement in these matters more than my own. This is another of those cases, I’m takeing a leap of faith and trusting the people of my class rather than my own judjement.