Gemotions

The usual Monday morning traffic seemed less irksome to Sarah than usual. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, counting down the minutes until she was at work. She could not wait to get started.

She felt an internal flutter, a bubbling feeling that made her grin. She parked her car and practically ran into the building. She was prepared. She had to be.

Her mind was sharp and quick as she sorted through her emails, planning her day. She felt a magnetic pull to her work. She spent the entire morning preparing the final details for her presentation. It was almost time.