Gemotions

He strode down the hallway, shoulders back, a swagger he hadn't realized he possessed. The stale office air now felt crisp and invigorating. He could feel a wide smile stretching across his face, threatening to crack it. He felt like he could run a marathon, or at least, finish that report he’d been putting off.

His steps were brisk, almost bordering on a skip. Each footfall resonated with a newfound sense of purpose. He felt a powerful sense of conviction. His colleagues seemed to notice the change.

As he walked past the water cooler, he winked at his reflection. It was the best day of his working life. He would make the best of it.