I was on fire
I was at a Girl Guiding Day last week, helping out with some activities for Ukrainian and Afghan child refugees.
I was on fire.
Not literally, I just happened to be in charge of the fire activity, which as a casual pyromaniac, suited me down to the ground.
What I WAS nervous about was the language barrier.
Turns out I had no reason for nerves – their English was generally pretty good (much better than the zero words I could speak in either of their languages!).
And once I got into it, I just talked through everything I was doing.