If only . . .
I am herby 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 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 kew 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 surviive 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 disuss this further, you'll have to catch me first,
cause, "Tag! You're It."
Feel like a kid again. . .
