The ugly cry. That is why. Though I can be very dramatic, and can basically cry on demand (see previous blog post entitled "I'd Like to Stop Apologizing for Crying"), I learned long ago that my cry is an ugly cry.
I could never be a Days of Our Lives soap opera star, because let's face it, who would want to look at my red nose, sweaty upper lip, and swollen eyelids right smack in the middle of their daytime TV? No one. That is who.
And that is why I have suffered from a "Dream Deferred." Just like every single high school athlete is not currently a professional athlete because of that one time they injured their knee junior year, and their performance just hasn't been the same since.
Sometimes we tell ourselves whatever it is that we need to believe, to get through the day.
5th grade teacher, wife, part time humane society volunteer, full time doggy fanatic and foster mom... just stumbling on.