Gemotions

Sarah, a seasoned pitcher, listened to her coach outline the new strategy. The plan involved her shifting to first base. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear a sudden blur in her vision. A wave of heat washed over her face, and her palms started to sweat. “Excuse me?” she blurted out, the word tumbling out before she could contain it. It felt as if her entire world was tilting on its axis. Years of practice, precision, and dedication to her craft felt meaningless. The infielders, her teammates, were staring at her.