I am wrestling with a number of decisions that are significant to me because they will have an impact upon my life that I cannot measure nor predict with the sort of accuracy that I would like. There are no guarantees that the determination will overcome the challenges presented by the dilemmas that stand before me.
A number of years ago I began walking path that had no clear end in sight. It wasn’t a yellow brick road leading to an emerald city, nor a hike through woods filled with talking trees and flying monkeys.
There have been hills and valleys and some of the most spectacular scenery I have ever experienced. I have shared moments with my companions that have been nothing short of breathtaking. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that some of these have been life changing.
So to continue with the analogy I would say that I have reached the top of a mountain. Here at the peak I look out upon several different valleys and try to gauge which one offers the most promise, let alone the best path down. The problem is that from up here they all look roughly the same, so I can’t really determine what is best.
All I can do is head down the other side and hope that I don’t slip and fall ass over elbow. While it is a faster way of descending it is significantly more painful. And now for a runon sentence: If life were like Scooby Doo I’d simply roll down the snow covered side because you know that along the way I’d turn into a big snow ball which would engulf the bad guy who would tell everyone that he would have gotten away with it had it not been for those meddling kids.
On a more serious note I am not kidding around when I say that I have learned that oftentimes the journey is more important than the destination. I rather expect that in the near future I’ll elaborate upon that in a post.
By this point you are probably wondering what the hell the title is about. Am I talking about life at the Disneyland Hotel or the Grand Floridian. Is this going to be another post where I say that i think that Disneyland is better than Disneyworld. Will I start another discussion about why the Great Lakes do not have a real beach.
And what do I mean by anonymous blogger revealed anyway. Here are the answers to some of those questions.
My cousins in Florida invited the family out to Orlando and said that we should all go to Disneyworld. I looked into it, but don’t have the cash. I even offered to pay for my way working as a character. For some odd reason they didn’t think that I’d make a good Ariel or Snow White. I don’t understand, I promised to shave. And isn’t that mermaid chick supposed to be mute, it is not like my voice would detract from anything.
Whatever, the folks at Disneyworld are safe, more or less. Just watch out for the monorail, stupid muppets and flying dutchmen.
As for anonymity, I am seriously wrestling with giving up the mask and starting a new joint under my real name. I know, I know, many of you are shocked to learn that Benimble is not my real last name.
Give me a show of hands, how many people think that it is Jeff Schwartz? Ok, second show of hands, how many people know that more than one person blogs from here?
Stay tuned, because there is much more to come.