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. ...