Another dream down the tube

This week one of my dreams was shattered. I’m getting used to picking up the pieces of my broken dreams and reworking them into something new, but this dream has shattered beyond repair. I can no longer brag that I’ve never had a cavity. I now have two.
“Please Dr. Boadi,” I begged. “I don’t really have a cavity. I just had my teeth cleaned six months ago and everything was fine.
“Nope, you have two cavities. Don’t worry it’s just part of growing older,” he assured me.
“Well, how many cavities do you have?” I questioned him since he is much, much older than my twenty-odd years.
“Me? I don’t have any.”
I just rolled my eyes.
See, I’ve always been a goal-oriented person and each time I don’t achieve one of my many goals I get very upset. Like in kindergarten when I dreamed of being one of the only kids not to have their name on the bad board.
It was horrifying to have to walk slowly to the front of the class and put your name on that board or to have the teacher write it on the board in front of everyone. So, imagine my horror when one day I was just goofing off during playtime and the teacher tells me it’s inappropriate to run in circles with another classmate and play tug-of-war with a puzzle. My dream was shattered.
I cried and cried and ran and hid under the table in the play kitchen. I tried to hide my tears by telling my friends that I wanted to be the dog and sit under the table while they fixed me a meal of plastic bananas and apples. No luck, they knew why I was crying. I was no longer the good little girl who never had her name on the bad board.
It’s just like my teeth. I can’t brag that I have perfect teeth. That dream is no more. It’s been brutally crushed by my dentist.