I Believe I Can Fly

Fall is a busy and stressful time of the year for me. See, I own/operate seasonal Halloween stores in Sacramento and we are hot & heavy in the middle of set-up. So, maybe it shouldn’t have surprised me when, on my hour commute to work last week, a song on the radio made me cry. Not a manly misty-eyed reaction to a game-winning touchdown, but a sentimental waterfall of tears to the song “I Believe I Can Fly”. Yeah, that song.

You gotta know that I’m just not a crier. I’m big and tough! My wife says that she sometimes cries to relieve tension. She says “Maybe you should try it.” My response? "Honey, that's not how I roll!"

I can’t explain why it happened. Was it just stress? But at the risk of sounding like a girly-man, I can’t deny that it felt good! So, my advice to all you photoblog guys is to get out the Kleenex, put on the saddest song you know (Sinatra’s always good) and let it flow. I believe you should cry!

Now, don’t you feel better?

See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me
If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day, spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar, I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly

Event: Childrens Hospital's Color the Skies Balloon Launch - Ripon, California