I had heard of the Moms Panel its inaugural year (2008), and thought, "That's me!" Of course, I hadn't actually been to Walt Disney World in Florida in 9 years, but I had planned two, perhaps three dozen imaginary trips in the mean time. When I say, "plan", I mean calendars complete with park hours & ride closures, transportation(yup, even flights & rental cars), excursions to NASA and the Gulf; no detail left undone. You may be wondering if there's a twelve step program I should be looking into. (there probably are a couple...) But this is fun for me. This is my down time. I have a passion for planning and Disney.
I didn't pursue the Moms Panel that year, but I dreamed a little dream. This year, we actually ARE going to Disney World (almost there!) In fact, I think the timing of our trip will qualify me on technical grounds to be eligible for the Panel. Like in planning a trip, planning to apply to be a Disney Mom brought out the compulsive researcher in me. For the past two weeks, I have been
Oh, and yeah: I was in the midst of reading "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Walt Disney World", having a chuckle and flipped to the back cover to see who the author was... yup, it was Panelist Doug Ingersoll(the panel has Dads, too). My uncontainable excitement quickly turned to a sick, shaky feeling. I definitely did not have any kind of feather like that in my Peter Pan cap!
But here I was, hiding in my closet in my favorite worn Disneyland sweatshirt, anxiously awaiting the "go ahead" from Disney to apply anyway. I had faith (sort of). I had trust (um, well, maybe). I know my house has dust... (not sure it's *pixie*). What could it hurt? The answer will probably be no, but if I don't chase my dreams, then I'll never have a chance of living them.