Gemotions

He'd spent every waking moment of the last year refining his sauces, perfecting his techniques, all in pursuit of a single star. The review, a scathing indictment of his ambition, had arrived. He sat at the kitchen table, the newspaper spread before him, and saw the devastation he expected to feel. He closed his eyes. The tension that had coiled in his stomach for months, like a tight spring, suddenly unwound. He opened his eyes. He wasn't hungry anymore. He felt a different pull. He’d get his life back.