Last weekend, I went to Disneyland! I’ve been excited since the moment the idea came up, and the whole anticipation + finally being at Disneyland was definitely fantastic, and a bit magical.
The idea came about over dinner with a dear friend who mentioned she wanted to celebrate her upcoming birthday at Disneyland. I, not being one to make loose plans when I intend on keeping them, jumped on board for the idea and in the coming days looked up tickets, package options, preferences, and dates. I bought the tickets. Done and done. We ended up going to the classic Disneyland in Anaheim (skipping California Adventure) last Saturday and having a blast.
Yes, a blast. I’m not a particular Disney or Disneyland fanatic (although I am a fan) and while I last visited the park during adulthood (age: 20) I haven’t felt the need to check it out or be in the “happiest place on earth” in any pressing or anxious sort of way. However, the idea of celebrating a birthday and playing and riding rides and really made the anticipation of going so exciting! You might have overheard me proclaiming, “I’m going to Disneyland! And I’m getting Minnie ears,” if you were anywhere within earshot of me for the past 3 weeks. And while some people may have looked at me like I’m a crazy overgrown kid or Minnie Mouse obsessed, I didn’t really notice as I was more excited than concerned.
The funny thing was, a bunch of people commented on how neat it was that I was excited. People giggled at my delight. They marveled at how I could become enthused over a relatively small area seemingly intended for kids. I didn’t justify or rationalize my joy in the idea; I simply explained I could hardly wait to go. And people accepted that perhaps this trip to Disneyland could be a cool thing.
It was. We reminisced while watching Captain EO and wondered which way we’d go on Space Mountain. We screamed just to scream on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (twice) and laughed almost the entire time on the Matterhorn. We returned to the Indiana Jones ride approximately 9 times hoping it would reopen. We approached Splash Mountain with slight trepidation and left it soaked yet happy. We were proud (and embarrassed) of our scores as Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters. And yes, I got my Minnie Mouse ears (sequined, thank you). None of these things really add to our life skills (except perhaps patience in line and in crowds), but that was not the point. We had fun. Silly fun. Laughing super hard and then doing it again fun.
How often do adults really take time to let loose and play? How much energy goes into proving adulthood instead of playing as earnestly as a child? It was so refreshing to let loose, scream or laugh, and fully enjoy every moment. And looking around the adults sans children, with friends, celebrating anniversaries, and just enjoying themselves at Disneyland, it was very neat to see some of us are taking time out every once in a while to enjoy thrills of being a kid.
Perhaps you cannot make it to Disneyland or another theme park, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have some magic. Play outside. Let loose. Get “overly” excited. Be wide-eyed. Allow giddiness. And most importantly, enjoy.
Wishing you all magical days ahead. . .
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