I arrived at the Magic Kingdom on Wednesday for a bit of an escape from the bleak Chicago cold. The next day I was to give another presentation to my peers, exhorting them once again to (hopefully) new content heights. Opportunities to engage with new people and help them based on my experience are some of the most fun parts of what I do.
When I got in, I took a walk on the boardwalk. The air was a crisp 60 degrees, and felt great on my winter-blown skin. Across the water, I saw hoards of families, fresh off of magical experiences of the manufactured and genuine kind, coming down from theme park contact highs.
I sat by the edge of the water that evening, alone, fresh from hours of travel and miles away from my family, and wondered again:
Will it matter?