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 8 year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to make mud pies on the beach. 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. Oh wait...I never did that. My trees were behind a fence.

Anyway, 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 spend the day drawing. Brushing my dolls hair. Fixing their outfits and then throwing them out the window on a string and pull them back up. I want to throw paper airplanes out the window and see down below that I just used up a ream of paper. But I wouldn't know it's called a "ream." I would just see it was a lot of paper. I want to slide down the hallway of my home with my socks on and slam into the pillow I placed at the door. Then run back and do it again.

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, kind words, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So . . . here's my checkbook and my credit card bills and my 401K statements. Take my boyfriend too. Don't want him touching my boobs anymore. I am DONE! I am officially resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first!!