Gemotions

“Wow,” I whispered, staring at my reflection in the window. I felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The book felt electric in my hands. The air around me crackled with energy. Someone had taken the raw materials of my life and crafted something beautiful. I reread my favorite parts, relishing the way the author had captured my voice, my humor, my spirit. I laughed out loud, feeling a powerful sense of joy wash over me. I wanted to dance, to sing, to shout my appreciation to the world.