My Happy Place Is The Happiest Place

Some people, when using "guided imagery" or some version of mindfulness like it, will go to the beach.  White sand, blue ocean, yellow sun and all of that.  But all I can think of is sunburn, ugly people in revealing bathing suits, and sand in places I didn't even know I had places.

Other people like to take a walk by a creek in the woods.  Mosquitos, mud, and dirty nature are not my thing either.  Plus there are birds in the woods and I am terrified of birds.

No, for me the most relaxing imagery is when I close my eyes and walk under that train station on to Main Street, USA.  There's Cinderella Castle up ahead and I can smell the cinnamon rolls from the Main Street Bakery - well, before it became a Starbucks.  I take a left turn past the Crystal Palace and walk over that wooden bridge into Adventureland, where the sounds of native drums and jungle animals subtly plays in the background.  Eventually I make my way back to that Spanish village, enter the dark, damp, and wonderful hallway towards the boats on Pirates of the Caribbean.

Forget the fact that it's crowded. Or expensive.  There's real magic at Walt Disney World. And it's where I'd rather be - always and forever.