OH THE FEELS.

I just LOVE Disney. Not the Disney Channel — that’s lame. But, Walt Disney World. I’m sure I’d love Disneyland, but I haven’t made it West, yet. Soon!

The music.
The atmosphere.
The nostalgia.
The Mickey shaped escape from reality that is always covered in sprinkles and chocolate.  I don’t know, but my love for Disney runs strong and deep, and sends my little ENFP self in a downright tailspin just thinking about going. I’m sitting down with paper and pencil and calculator, because math, and I’m on the verge of happy tears.

But. . .WHY? I’ve been thinking about this for a while, because I overthink everything and  I think I finally dug deeply enough to uncover it.  At Disney, I can be myself. I can wear Mickey ears, and have lunch with Donald and Goofy, and hug my Chipmunks and dance down Sunset Blvd. and NO.ONE.CARES. And if they do, they’re probably not telling me, so I don’t know about it. There is no shame at the House of Mouse. There is freedom. And chocolate covered Rice Krispie treats shaped like Mickey Mouse.

I know other people find their joy in other things. Golf, hiking, skydiving, crocheting, shoe shopping, cooking, singing. .  .whatever it is. Maybe I’m the only one who needs to be brave enough to chase my joy, but if you need to be brave, too, then go chase your joy!