Gemotions

The news felt like being punched in the stomach. Mark retreated to the back patio, the rejection notification still fresh in his mind. He sat for a few moments, the silence pressing in. Then, a strange thing happened. A lightness bubbled up inside him, a desire to be active.

He began to clear the leaves from the garden, his movements becoming more forceful, faster. He attacked the overgrown weeds with a vengeance, the physical labor easing his frustrations. He found an old wooden bench he'd forgotten and started to repair it, sanding the wood, applying varnish, and the work became a way to channel his frustrations.