I Got My Muggle On!

Ok, so it has been a while since I posted a new blog. 21 days to be exact.
Wow! Really? Has it been that long? Yes. Yes it has. 

21 days without my sharp wit and tactical abuse of the Queen’s English. I do hope, dear reader, that you have not suffered in the silence. I apologize for my lackadaisical treatment of this blog and by proxy, your loyalty. 

I have a litany of excuses I could list here, but the most direct and honest one is: I was busy getting my “Muggle” on! 

I spent 4 days in Universal Orlando. Home of fantastic fun, 4-D altered realities and magically manufactured realms.

It was wonderful! 

So wonderful in fact that it has taken another 17 days to get refocused on the real world. 

For those of you who have been there, you know what I am talking about. If you have not, imagine the best theme park in your hometown and jack it up on steroids... no... steroids on gamma radiation!

The Wizarding World of Harry Potter was all the reviews claimed and much more. Even this moderate fan, or Muggle, was captivated. 

They spared no detail. The rides are not just rides, they are escapes into an alternate world where good triumphs over evil and dragons breathe fire every 15 minutes simply for your amusement.

I cannot stress to you dear reader, how enthralled I was by these parks. Early access, Express Passes and strategic shade placement make for an incredibly enjoyable visit. 

It was not long into the first morning of rides, fantasy and fun that my inner kid chromosome re-engaged. 

What is it about raising your arms on a roller coaster that makes you feel radically brave? 
Why are 3-D glasses and seats that bounce and vibrate so enthralling?
I’m not sure, but I enjoyed the heck out of it all.

It was 98º with a heat index of 105º but I didn’t care. My cheek muscles hurt from smiling.

What I discovered, or I guess rediscovered, is letting go and just having fun is not just for those 48” and below.

Sometimes it is cathartic for us to raise our hands while traveling 70 miles per hour and just trust the lap belt to do it’s job.

Let go. And smile.