Gemotions

I sat at the table, picking at my food, listening to my father explain. The coach wanted me to try a new position in the next game, a position that felt foreign to me.

“You’ve got the footwork, the finesse,” he said, but his words were like a distant murmur. I just stared at my plate. The usual excitement I had before a game had been replaced with heaviness.

My usual vibrant spirit seemed to have dissipated. The idea of trying something new felt impossible. The anticipation for the upcoming contest had disappeared.