After my recent slate of heavy-thinking posts, I thought I’d take a break and share some lighter moments from before the drug trial.
Like that time I met Anna:
Or when I saved the Magic Kingdom with my dad:
Or when I went to Beauty and the Beast’s castle for dinner and had some seriously awesome french onion soup:
Disney World was lots of fun, even when I got trapped on the Little Mermaid ride and hid in terror on the kid’s Dinosaur-themed excursion. (Side note: you’d think, given my love of all things Jurassic, I wouldn’t be afraid of dinosaurs, but I guess you never know what will freak you out.) We ate wonderful things and soaked up the sun. Even my natural porcelain skin became almost pale. We saw plays and rode coasters and cherished time together and walked too far and discovered the glory of Lyft. We dressed up in combat suits and did an incredible rending of Star Wars in VR. Best of all, we escaped the law field in which we all work to get money to do wonderful things.
True, the timing could have been more opportune as we’d just welcomed my sister’s third-born before we jetted away:
And let’s be honest, is Christmas as magical as Disney World (or perhaps even more so?)? Yes.
But, all in all, you’re just never too old to be a kid. That’s the great thing about Disney World. It’s a great thing about writing too. It opens up all new worlds and wonders in your imagination and, if you’re good and if you’re lucky, you get to share that wonder with the world at large. And the world could use a little wonder.
Wonder is all around if you choose to see it. At Disney, in writing, on Christmas, through baby-snuggles, and because of boring-day-jobs. Where do you find your wonder?
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