Gemotions

"Well, that's that," she said aloud, the words floating in the quiet air of her small apartment. The letter sat on her kitchen table, a simple apology for a slight she had received in college. It seemed insignificant now.

She had curated a life filled with meaning and purpose. The past, and that past grievance, was just a small hurdle overcome. She felt buoyant, light.

She put on her favorite music and started cooking. The aroma of herbs and spices filled the air. She danced as she chopped vegetables, humming along to the music. Dinner was going to be an adventure, a celebration of life.