Gemotions

The flickering airport monitor declared yet another two-hour delay. Sarah let out a long, slow breath, a subtle smile playing on her lips. She sank further into the uncomfortable plastic chair, the weight of the last-minute work she’d been scrambling to finish lifting from her shoulders. The thought of the mandatory board meeting, with its endless power-point presentations and suffocating expectations, suddenly felt miles away. A warm, pleasant tingle spread through her chest.

She reached for her phone, already planning a guilt-free afternoon. No frantic calls to family members, no forced smiles. The delayed flight was a reprieve. She considered the potential for a relaxing afternoon, and a chuckle escaped her. The endless pressure felt like it had been lifted from her shoulders.