Gemotions

The weight, the oppressive burden, had lifted. John leaned back in his chair, the leather squeaking in the quiet office. He drummed his fingers on his desk, a rhythmic, almost celebratory beat.

He opened his email and began to go through his inbox. The emails that had been a source of stress were now easily handled, almost eagerly. The day, previously a slog, now felt like a grand adventure.

He picked up the phone. It was time. He had a few calls to make. He knew what he wanted. He felt like the sun.