Gemotions

The text message flashed on Olivia's phone: "Kayla's karaoke party - Saturday!" Olivia blinked, the screen momentarily blurring. Her own pottery workshop, the culmination of months of planning, was scheduled for that same day. A sharp pang of annoyance was followed by a sudden calm.

She gazed at the colorful clay pieces arranged on her shelves. She'd been looking forward to sharing her passion, to guiding her friends through the mindful process of creation. Still, Kayla’s boisterous energy was also something she cherished.

She took a slow, deliberate sip of her tea, the warmth spreading through her. She was a master of improvisation, after all. She would see if she could move things around. Her fingers danced across the screen as she composed a response, careful to choose the right emojis.