Gemotions

The weight of the wallet in Sarah’s hands was almost unbearable. It felt charged, like holding a lightning bolt. Her apartment, usually a refuge, felt suffocating. She felt an irresistible urge to…transform. To *change*.

She walked into a high-end clothing store. She had never spent this much money on herself before. She picked out a dazzling red dress and a pair of boots that sang of freedom. She felt reborn.

The shop assistant, seeing the change in her eyes, gushed. She then marched out to a hair salon. The stylist was equally stunned. Sarah emerged with a radically new hairstyle, a bold, confident expression. She was no longer Sarah; she was something new, something vibrant. She'd found herself.