Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. Yet, even the comforting smell of the bakery could not lift Michael’s mood. In his new role as manager, he should have felt invigorated, but instead, he felt a crushing weight. He missed the rhythm, the simple act of creating, the feel of dough in his hands.

He watched the bakers at work, their hands moving with practiced ease. He longed to be back in the heart of it, the heat of the ovens, the flurry of activity, and the shared purpose. The administrative tasks felt like an impediment, a barrier between him and the thing he loved. He knew he'd made a mistake the moment he signed the transfer papers.