Hi this is probably not important but my first memory is from age 2.5, when my folks lived in Florida. My mom took me to the Contemporary resort at Disney World and I remember looking up at the ceiling and seeing rain hit the pains of glass. I was utterly excited about the world.

That feeling of wondering what the world was like, and what was in store for me, is mostly what's getting me through 2020. I have lots of feelings about that hotel, and I dream about it constantly. I keep hoping to crawl back to that feeling in all that I do.

I dream about theme parks a lot, ideal little places where lots of folks from every path of life can gather to experience something together. This overwhelms me for some reasons, and is stupidly pure and wholesome when I consider what I want out of life.

I hope that you can also remember that first feeling of wonder, because I'm pretty sure it's our most important fuel source to get us through a very tough year. As always, I'm here if you want to talk about it.

I've been wondering why I keep obsessing over theme park news. Because like, why, who cares? But I keep researching imagineer schematics and watching documentaries. I'm just trying to recapture that sense of excitement and hope and wonder. Everything that came before cynicism.

I am very sad and very tired on a daily basis in a way that I didn't realize was possible, but I sometimes look up and remember the glass ceiling at the Contemporary, and it makes me think that maybe we can figure all of this out and work together to make things better.

also btw this is not a plea to take things back to what they were. Hell no. We're not going back. I want to move forward, fueled by my toddler optimism, to encourage joy and goodness for everyone. I don't really care if that seems trite or silly.

I will close this thread with an image that a friend sent to me that I treasure these days
https://www.giantrobot.com/blogs/giant-robot-store-and-gr2-news/deep-forest-art-exhibition-aug-1st-12-noon