Gemotions

The letter, tucked between the pages of a well-loved novel, had been addressed to her future self. Sarah sat at her kitchen table, a steaming mug warming her hands. She read the words, written by a woman who was full of dreams. She felt the past and the present merge and the world feel open.

The future seemed not just possible, but beckoning. The corners of her mouth turned up, as she imagined the life she had created. An eagerness bubbled inside her, propelling her toward the phone. She had a goal.