The team was set, the countdown had started. T-3 minutes, the doors would open, and approximately 250 people would be expecting us to be on our A game. My palms were sweaty, my heart rate was a bit elevated. Oh – and my hair net was NOT cute. I suddenly felt awkward in a way I had never felt awkward before – well not at least since I took my first Barre class. Like I was all left feet.
Performance anxiety. I have been plagued with it since I was a little kid. And here I am – at the ripe age of 37 – serving as a shift lead for the very first time at People Serving People. Am I some type of nut? Who gets nervous about volunteering to serve lunch at a shelter?