As a Disney performer, the idea of turning 30 always felt like the kiss of death. There are many reasons for my fear of aging, but being an ex-princess may be the biggest one. I have a lot of work to do to rebuild a healthy relationship with the concept of getting older. This poem is part of that healing. In it, I wanted to express how time does not exist at Disney. Not in any real way. Time is manufactured and manipulated. You enter a world of fantasy, and the real clock stops ticking. You know what to expect. The fireworks will always go off. Tinker Bell will always fly. The princesses will always be the same age. Working in this environment blurred the feeling of time passing for a lot of us. We woke up one day and we were "old". I loved my job more than I can say, and I miss it every single day. But it's time to learn that 30 isn't the end.
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