Gemotions

"Ms. Vivian Sterling," the delivery man announced, holding the box aloft. Michael, who felt the pressure to excel in every aspect of his life, accepted the package, feeling a familiar twinge. He could picture Vivian, poised and successful. He imagined she had it all figured out.

Inside, he found a collection of expensive workout gear, a clear sign that he was supposed to keep his body in shape. He constantly felt the need to improve. He was always worried he would fall short.

He glanced at his own reflection in the hallway mirror. His posture slouched, his eyes holding a weariness he couldn't seem to shake. The workout clothes felt like a challenge, a reminder of his own perceived failings. He felt a familiar knot forming in his stomach, the familiar echo of his own internal critic.