Completely ready to go (which was unusual), she was also completely anxiety ridden. After years of being let down by her Dad, she didn’t trust him to keep his word – to follow through with promises – to leave work when he said he would – to show up in her life as indicated. Moving her bag and envelope into the family’s tastefully appointed living room, Jordan sat by the door. Waiting. She would’ve counted ticks on the clock had it not been for her siblings joyful play and invitations to join them in their romp around the house. She clearly wasn’t in the mood however.
Minute by minute – second by second – the pre-teen feared her goal of winning the competition was slipping through her fingers. Moment by moment her anxiety grew, fearing all her work would be for naught.