Capítulo 40: Chapter 40: The Judge

Click. Click. Click.

My one-inch heels click against the floor beneath me. I pace in the main lobby, not used to being the overly nervous type prone to pacing around or biting my nails.

My mother taught me years ago that such behaviors would undoubtedly be featured on the front of some tabloid or magazine and that rumors about being prone to anxiety or any number of things would start up.

Not that it was a bad thing in my mind. It’s okay to feel anxious and nervous.

It is okay to let people know that you’re human too and not some kind of trophy on a pedestal.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried all my decompression exercises. I tried taking deep breaths. I stretched. I made one too many trips to the water fountain with my paper cup that was dissolving in my hands.