Tendering My Resignation
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 ripples 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 find back the taste of strawberries as a child. They don’t seem to be the same anymore.
I want to spin around and around like a whipping top, ’til I drop and heaven turns all around me, without anyone looking at me as if I have lost my marbles.
I want to play with my marbles again and remember all the complicated rules you had created as a kid for playing with them, and the feeling you got when you won new ones. I want to dance and jump naked again in my garden in the hot summer rain, completely unconscious of my body as such, just feeling great.
I want to eat chocolate and ice cream and hamburgers again, without any form of bad conscience.
I want to shout again when I am angry, cry when I am sad, and laugh out loud, with my mouth full of food, not even thinking to restrain myself, because I don’t care what others might think of me.
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, because TAG: YOU’RE IT!