I massage the crick at the base of my neck before bringing my hands out in front of me and shaking them, loosely flicking my fingers.
“Are you nervous, dear?” the sweet elderly woman sitting next to me on the plane asks.
“I’m sorry. Am I totally bothering you?”
“Oh no, you’re fine.” She gives me a pointed look. “I am slightly worried about your lip though. You seem to be on a mission to chew it off.”
I stop biting my lip and smile. “I guess I am a little anxious.”
“Well, I’m not going to pry. But I will tell you my motto. Fake it till you make it.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Instead of thinking about what is making you nervous, visualize how you want to be in said stressful situation. If you want confidence, think of nothing but that. When you find yourself in the place that makes you uneasy, fa
