Gemotions

"Morning, Mark!" The words practically bounced off the walls as Clara entered the office. Her voice, usually soft, carried a resonance today, a vibrancy that caught the attention of several of her colleagues. She felt unburdened.

She skipped to her desk. Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she replied to the emails. The tedious tasks that usually drained her now seemed straightforward, easy to handle. She felt a sense of clarity she hadn't experienced in years.

She had to present to the board that morning. A task that would normally induce a panic attack. Yet, as she stood before them, she spoke with a confidence she didn’t know she possessed. Her arguments were eloquent, her delivery flawless. She had been preparing her whole career for this moment, and she was ready.