Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed brighter today, bathing Maya in its warmth as she read the email. Dr. Olsen was leaving. She exhaled a breath, feeling the air rush in and out of her lungs. This was it. It felt like a starting pistol firing, a fresh beginning. The thought spurred her on.

She spun on her desk chair and reached for her planner, already sketching out a new schedule, blocking off time for research, for conferences, for everything. The room seemed filled with a new kind of energy. She opened her laptop, a smile playing on her lips. She could do this. She *would* do this.