...the tighter you hold on the more it seems to slip by. As I sit in my hotel room on Disney property, I think about how fast my time at Disney has come and gone. Today is Tuesday. I depart on Thursday. I have been here since August 16th, but it doesn’t seem like that long ago.
Maybe the old adage is true: Time flies when you’re having fun, or is there something more to it than that that is unique to Disney?
I’m not sure; all I know is that when I get here, I feel as if I’m on borrowed (vacation) time. I’m on a slippery slope, unable to slow time down. I find myself looking for ways to savor the moment more, but the more I try to do so, the more it seems to slip away,like that elusive bar of soap.
Maybe it’s because of the planning. 180 days for dining. 60 days for Fast Passes. It seems that we are constantly planning, and when the time comes to actually participate in what we’ve planned, it seems like a blur.
Now, as I rest my head on my pillow to go to sleep, I wonder where has my vacation gone? The tighter I try to hold on the more it slips away. I feel as though I have some type of inability to enjoy. Instead, I find myself counting the days, the hours, even the minutes.
Thoughts? Similar experiences?
Maybe the old adage is true: Time flies when you’re having fun, or is there something more to it than that that is unique to Disney?
I’m not sure; all I know is that when I get here, I feel as if I’m on borrowed (vacation) time. I’m on a slippery slope, unable to slow time down. I find myself looking for ways to savor the moment more, but the more I try to do so, the more it seems to slip away,like that elusive bar of soap.
Maybe it’s because of the planning. 180 days for dining. 60 days for Fast Passes. It seems that we are constantly planning, and when the time comes to actually participate in what we’ve planned, it seems like a blur.
Now, as I rest my head on my pillow to go to sleep, I wonder where has my vacation gone? The tighter I try to hold on the more it slips away. I feel as though I have some type of inability to enjoy. Instead, I find myself counting the days, the hours, even the minutes.
Thoughts? Similar experiences?
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