I just recently discovered this little piece. To me it is powerful, captivating, and dead on with where I want to take my life. Enjoy.
"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 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 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 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, 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 discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause, 'Tag! You're it.'"
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The problems that you faced when you were a child, however diminutive in retrospect, seemed huge to you at the time.
When I'm 60 will I be wishing I was 34 again?
With Alzheimer's anything's possible!
I'm remembering the time Rochelle and I got in trouble for leaving to go see the ice cream man without telling my mom first. Dempsey came to pick up Rochelle and I to sleep over at her house and we were no where to be found. Well, the punishment handed down was that I wouldn't be able to spend the night at Rochelle's. I remember crying so many tears and feeling that the world would just never be right again. Those were the days . . . when not having a sleepover was the more horrible problem I could have imagined.
Rebecca
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