I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old
again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star
restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk
with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my
friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew
were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that
didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and
you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were
blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or
upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly
excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of
computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to
survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank,
doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels
in the snow.
So, here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and
my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if
you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first,
cause... "Tag! You're it."
