She was momentarily, temporarily, prematurely entertaining the idea of a sad moment, a mini-pity, if you catch her drift. But in the almost pile of sadness that were her feelings, she found the courage to call those things that were not as though they were and embrace her inner dynamo, put on her heels and dance it out in the living room. She knows who she is and what she's capable of, even if others don't. She's a Dynamo, she's me.