Gemotions

"Impossible," Maya muttered, staring at the Instagram post. Her delicate watercolor of a hummingbird was now a permanent fixture on someone’s back. A powerful rush coursed through her, a tingling that started in her toes and spread upward. She felt her lips curve upward in a smile, a rare event these days.

She cranked up her music and started to dance, a wild, untamed rhythm. The usual self-doubt, the endless second-guessing, evaporated. She was ready. Ready to paint something bigger, something bolder. She grabbed a giant canvas, feeling the weight of it, the promise it held.