Gemotions

The noise, the constant, low hum of the city, was grating. She hated it. She was in the middle of planning a black-tie gala. But her friend, Sarah, was having a more casual backyard party the same day.

The phone rang, and she let it go to voicemail. The constant barrage of messages and calls was relentless. Her chest felt constricted, as though she were struggling to breathe. She found herself sitting in silence, staring blankly at the wall.

The seating chart needed to be finalized. The decorations needed to be arranged. The menu had to be confirmed. She felt overwhelmed, incapable of making decisions, a paralysis holding her in place.