Gemotions

The lunch bag felt heavy in her hands, her usual midday escape now tainted. She’d avoided the company cafeteria lately, preferring her solitary lunch at her desk, avoiding any uncomfortable conversations. She'd known, deep down, that something was amiss, but she'd chosen denial.

She sat at her desk, the sandwich untouched. She'd allowed fear to paralyze her. She hadn't bothered to update her resume, hadn't networked, hadn't explored other options. She had buried her head in the sand.

She pushed the sandwich away, a wave of nausea washing over her. She'd been so timid, so unwilling to take risks. Now, she was staring into an uncertain void. She felt a profound sense of loss.