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
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 dress my cat up in clothes,
run with the dog through every creek, puddle, and all the neighbors back
I want to go to Disney World! I want Halloween to start now! I
want Christmas to twinkle and be so mysterious, that I pass out
before dinner from sheer exhaustion.
I want the Easter egg hunt to last all day! I want to think M&M's
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
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
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
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 all my statements. I am officially resigning from
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me
first, cause. . . "Tag! You're it."