Gemotions

The weight had lifted. That was the only way Maya could describe it. She’d always been a worrier. But now, it was as if she'd shed a heavy cloak. The mundane tasks she had put off for months, now felt trivial and easy. Washing the dishes, folding laundry, even answering emails— each completed chore felt rewarding, not burdensome. She sat at her desk, staring at the screen. There, in crisp, black text, her words. Her younger self, laid bare for the world to see, and she wasn't embarrassed, not even a little.