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 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’s day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple;
when all you knew were colours,
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
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,
how to survive more days in the month
than there is money in the bank,
and the loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs,
and a kind word;
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.”