Gemotions

The critic’s pronouncements felt like a blow. James stared at the review. A wave of peace washed over him, leaving him feeling more buoyant. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing.

He went to the walk-in, the cold air a refreshing contrast to the tension that usually clung to him. He examined the ingredients, the vibrant colors and fresh scents soothing to his senses. He found a feeling like a quiet, internal celebration.

Later, he shared the critique with his staff. He didn't speak of disappointment or anger. He spoke of growth, of learning. They laughed, shoulder to shoulder. The work felt more meaningful.