It Wasn't Even That BIG of a Deal
I teach Pilates for a living.
Movement, exercise, sequencing—it’s my thing.
The other day, I was teaching a class like normal when I realized someone important was there. A higher-up from the company. Not there to evaluate me. Not there to grade me. Just… there, taking my class.
Which actually shows support and that she trusts me to take my class.
And of course, that’s when my brain decided to panic.
Mid-class, I blanked.Just for a second—but long enough for me to notice.
I almost forgot an exercise in my sequence.
No one else reacted. No one looked confused. The class kept flowing. But internally? I spiraled.
The rest of the day I replayed it. What she must’ve thought.
How “unprofessional” it probably looked.
How this never happens.
How for me to do this insinuates that I don't know what I'm doing, when in actually I'm a great instructor.
I went to bed disappointed in myself.
The next day, when i followed up, she casually said,“It happens to the best of us.”
That was it. No critique. No judgment. No hidden meaning.
And suddenly, everything I had been carrying just… dropped.
The moral of the story?I had absolutely nothing to worry about—except the story I made up in my head.