faking it.

So I have recently acquired a new role with Partners.

It’s a little overwhelming; one of those situations where I’m not sure I’m truly qualified, or that I’m pretty sure I’m not.

It’s amazing how differently degrees are viewed in different cultures. In America, telling someone you have a political science degree means nothing, particularly without a Masters. Most people don’t even really understand it and ask if I’m hoping to become a politician.

But here, a political science degree means I know everything on politics. I can teach politics, right?  I can write curriculum and teach a six month course, right? I can write policy for the new government in formation, right?

I have a four-day course that begins in fifteen days. I need to write curriculum for said course in enough time to have it translated, and then have things to actually say in addition to this curriculum, and fill four eight hour days.

This has been a little overwhelming. I’m reading a lot, asking questions to people smarter than me, and praying.

I was actually doing alright until the other day when Stephen, who never seems to reach a breaking point, said, “I’m stressed. We can’t do all this. And really, I’m not stressed for me; I’m stressed for you. How are you going to have time to do all this?”

I started thinking maybe I should be a little more stressed.

As of this weekend, I’m also writing a policy, with a deadline before the aforementioned course.

It takes great concentration for me to understand policies that I read.  The concept of writing something I don’t understand seems ambitious.

And so with this task in particular, I’m totally faking it. Admittedly.