I have often dreamed...

I have been watching a lot of classic movies lately.  They are a very good anti-depressant for me.  Something about that era of movies wherein the jokes are clean but sidesplitting, the men are dashing and charming, and the women are classy, gorgeous, and worth the chase.  In all of this, nothing can make me smile wider than watching Gene Kelly sing and dance.  I've read that he caught a lot of flack because his chosen career of dancing was not considered "masculine".  Boy, do I ever know that feel, bro.  You know, when I chose to be a theatre major, there were a lot of people that literally laughed in my face.  Including some individuals that worked in my chosen university's Disability Accommodations office.  As you can probably imagine, I was quite smug when I called to personally let that individual know that I had been cast as the secondary male lead in our upcoming production.

I spend a lot of time-especially after I watch a Gene Kelly movie-wishing that I had been born in his time.  But let's get real.  If I were always destined to be in a wheelchair no matter what time period I had been born in, my quality of life would've been a lot poorer than it is now.  Modern conveniences make things much easier.  Besides, I really dig my iPhone.
As for where I fit, I have no clue.  As little as one month ago, I would've told you it was Disney.  Now I've never been more unsure.  To quote my friend Hercules:

I have often dreamed of a far off place, where a great warm welcome will be waiting for me.  Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying, this is where I'm meant to be.
I will find my way, I can go the distance, I'll be there someday if I can be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while.  I would go most anywhere to feel like I belong.

Until then, I guess I'll just keep singin' in the rain.
No really.  Florida weather sucks.