The Happiest Place on Earth

A few weeks ago I was at Disney World. I love it there. Is it wrong for a 35 year old woman to have a crush on Mickey Mouse? To me, Mickey represents the happiest of times. I am, to outright steal a phrase, simply mad about the the mouse. I first met Mickey when I was 5. Didn't run into him again until I was 30. Fortunate enough to rekindle our relationship again just a few weeks ago. I am very glad for that. It's an emotion... sure I know that Mickey is really someone in a mouse costume. This is going to seem corny, perhaps even pathetic... but what the heck... in my heart, Mickey really is a mouse that owns a dog and has a dog for a friend that drives a car and wears pants. Mickey is right up there with Santa Claus.

Mickey is a part of me that I don't want to let go. The part that I don't want to let grow up. The part of me that feels unbridled joy, without worry. A bit of selfish, childish pleasure. That's the part of me that I want to hold on to, to remember that indeed, sometimes life can be that simple. It doesn't have to always be about car payments, reports, grocery shopping and laundry. I remember wanting to grow up so much I couldn't stand it. Now, I wish not so much for being younger, but for being smarter in life. But, I guess that's all part of it. Am I without regret? Not completely. But I try not to let it drag me down... if you live in the past, you can't make a better future.

Thanks Mickey!