Gemotions

The airport felt like a purgatory. My meeting with the investors, the one that would secure my future, was hours behind schedule. I shifted in my seat, the hard plastic biting into my backside. Every minute felt like a personal affront.

I observed a group of tourists, laughing and taking selfies. Their carefree attitude ignited a spark of irritation within me. They clearly had no stakes, no deadlines, no impending success hanging in the balance.

I saw a fellow businessman, looking as disgruntled as myself, and I considered striking up a conversation. But I didn't. I needed all my energy focused on myself, on the opportunities vanishing with each passing second.