Gemotions

I felt the announcement settle like a rock in my gut. After years of perfecting my free throw, Coach Henderson wanted me to play point guard. The floor seemed to tilt beneath me.

“We think your court vision is what we need,” he explained, but the words were just a distant echo. The idea of dribbling, of passing, of *leading* the team felt overwhelming.

My legs felt heavy, as if I had weights strapped to them. I nodded slowly, unable to muster any enthusiasm. The familiar rhythm of shooting hoops, the comfort of knowing my role, was gone.