Ever had that feeling that you’re in over your head?
Ever said ‘yes’ to an invitation and then regretted it?
Just before Christmas I submitted a paper to a theological journal for peer-review and then had an invitation to review someone else’s paper. Hmmn, OK. Fair enough. Someone has to do it. I suppose.
But me? They do realise that I’m not a prof or a doc or anything, don’t they?
I worry when I get emails inviting me to address conferences addressed ‘Dear Dr Rowland’. They do realise, don’t they?
They don’t really want me assessing someone’s paper. They want someone who’s a lecturer in New Testament at a theology college. Not someone who’s got a grad dip.
So I said yes, of course. I’d have kicked myself for a decade if I hadn’t.
Then I procrastinated like I was training for the Procrastination Olympics.

But then I finished the book launch and the weekend away and the display boards and cleaning the bathroom and that jigsaw and … and … and I didn’t have any more excuses, and it wasn’t as intimidating as I’d thought. Actually, it was quite fun.
I can be an idiot sometimes. (Ooh! News!)
