Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust
It isn't a secret: I love Disney. From the countless trips to Disney World and Disney Land, the stuffed Mickey's I'd receive at Christmas or my birthdays, to even my life philosophies; Disney has been an over-encompassing theme in my life that has produced happiness, love, and hope.
One of my favourite Disney memories was a character breakfast we had as a family at Ohana (the restaurant at the Polynesian Village Resort in Disney World). For those of you who don't know (or haven't seen Lilo and Stitch) "Ohana" means family and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. I don't remember lots from this trip except for extreme amounts of happiness and my loving, wonderful aunt before she got sick. I also remember this trip very clearly because my nana came along for the first time... But this memory isn't my favorite because of how delicious the food was, or the fact that I was spending Christmas in Disney World... Its one of my favourite memories because it was one of the last times my family was whole, happy, and together in the most magical place on earth.
So because most of my "happy memories" took place in Disney World, I knew I needed to apply to work there. As soon as the opportunity came (aka I wasn't travelling the world or volunteering places), I decided to apply for a college program called the Cultural Exchange Program (or CEP for short). My cousin, Brynna, did a similar program three summers in a row when she was my age so to carry on the tradition, I applied and crossed my fingers... I sent out my application on September 22nd 2016. By New Years Eve I hadn't heard anything so I decided to give up and pursue other dreams. Fortunately, I received an email on January 5th saying that I had been chosen for an interview! My dream had been revived.
After a whole month of waiting, February 4th came along - the date of my interview. I was nervous, excited, and all together ready to get it over with. But who knew the waiting post-interview would be the hardest part. Going in to my interview, I was keeping an open mind, "what if Disney really wasn't for me? What if I have other goals I want to accomplish this summer instead?" But AFTER my interview, my mind was decided - I needed this and I needed it bad. Disney is in my blood.
The day my offer came in was the day I decided to "forget" about waiting for an email. OF COURSE, the best things come when you least expect it. I picked up my iPhone and saw the preview on my screen for the email. I threw my phone at my mom in shock and told her she had to read it for me knowing fully-well what the email would contain. But I was just too excited to move my hands properly or read things legibly. When she finished reading, all I could do was jump around my living room, call my sister, and text my cousin. I was just so happy and relieved and I wanted all of my family and friends to know.
I think the overlying theme of these past six months waiting to hear back from Disney is that my application process wasn't singular - it included my whole family, Ohana. At the times when I had the least faith in myself, they were there to pick me up and tell me everything would be okay. When I had my doubts and uncertainties, they held my hand and supported me, saying that I could achieve anything I wanted. When Disney hired me, they also hired my family because I really couldn't have done this without them. Even my aunt. Every step of the way I knew she was cheering me on, wherever she is.
So as I'm sitting here writing this, I foresee this post as the first of MANY Disney posts. I am BEYOND excited. It truly hasn't hit me yet even though I've paid for my ticket. I'm so eager to share my experience with you guys. But if I have anything I want to leave you with after this post is to always have faith, trust, and pixie dust. Carry this with you throughout your life. It is important, smart, and thoughtful wisdom <3