Gemotions

"Well, now," Sarah said aloud, dusting off the letter. It was a draft resignation letter from her father, written in a flourish of his signature, though he never sent it. He'd always told the story of his life, a story of compromise, and the letter was a new window into his desires.

The letter crackled in her hand. Sarah's shoulders relaxed, a sigh escaping her lips. For months she’d felt stuck in a job, in a life that felt like a series of obligations. Now, she felt a shift within her, a feeling of possibilities opening up. She pictured her father working, the way he moved when he felt alive.

She felt a sudden urge to move, to do something, anything. She picked up the phone. She had some calls to make. She'd been putting it off, but now she had to do it. The world felt bigger than it had before.