Resigning from Adulthood
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight
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 day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple - when all I knew
were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes. And it didn't
bother me because I didn't know what I didn't know and I didn't care.
All I knew was to be happy because I was blissfully unaware of all
the things that should make me worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe 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 simply 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!
