Then I let go of everything, into another dimension.
Have you ever wanted to turn in circles again and again and again? Just jump out of your seat and run outside? You'd go to the middle of the neatly manicured, mostly dead lawn, hold your arms out, and turn. You'd turn until you took off from the Earth, flying up and up until you went straight through the atmosphere and into space, dancing with stars and reaching the ends of the universe.
Of course, before you do that, you'd have to conquer gravity. And you'd probably burn up before you made it very far into the atmosphere, and before long, you'd suffocate. If you somehow managed to get past that point, you'd freeze to death.
But what does that matter when you've got circles to turn?