Ursula J
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2020
- Messages
- 401
I just want to share a few things I’ve come to understand about myself. As I emotionally and mentally emerge from the last couple years, I realized how much impact stress and trauma have had on my attitude towards everything. In this particular context, let me limit it to Disney! I’ve been among the dismayed and vocal crowd here, voicing my discontent at so many bad decisions. I have worried and, at times, believed that the magic was indeed gone. But here is what I came to realize: my world had gotten scary and beyond my control. I’m not sharing my views, but I think it’s safe to say that whatever your politics, you’ve been deeply worried about the country at some point over the last few years. My husband is a cancer survivor; my dad suffered a major traumatic brain injury; everyone got Covid. My job became almost unbearable because of the situation, and I fell into deep depression and anxiety. I seek no pity here—I’m just explaining how everything created a perfect storm in which the only possible beacon of pure joy in my life was WDW. I looked to it to save my sense of hope, to give me something to look forward to. And Disney just made one horrible decision after another, cutting and scaling down and insulting and mishandling. Their mistakes became magnified in light of my absolute deficit of magic. I’m planning a dream trip for our family for December 2023 (I have to save a long time) and I’m realizing that as I recover my own emotional health, I can see the magic that is still there—and I don’t think it ever left, not fully. As I said, many corporate decisions have been absolutely terrible, no denying. But I’m willing to recognize that maybe I’ve been a little more scared of change and a little more apocalyptic than was merited. All of which is to say, I hope to see you in the parks, and I’ll be the one smiling the whole time.