{I Resign}

September 22, 1999

Found posted on the cabinet in the kitchen of my soon-to-be former office.

Resignation 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 McDonaldís and think itís 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 summerís 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 didnít bother you, because you didnít know what you didnít know and you didnít 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 about the little things again.

I donít 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, humankind, and angels in the snow.

So, hereís 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, youíll have to catch me first, cause

"Tag! Youíre it!"

My mantra for today ...

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