I’ve always loved Halloween the most. Maybe it was because as a PK (that’s preacher’s kid for those of you not in the know) I was supposed to like Christmas the best, by default. Maybe it’s because there’s something just a bit mysterious and even dangerous about Halloween which drew me to it like a little bitty moth to a flame.
I am certain that what I loved – what I still love – about Halloween is that you get to invent yourself. I love the notion that you can say, “this is who I want to be” and just do it.
I’m in a place in my life right now where I’m facing that question, “what do I want to be?” on several fronts and I just have to muster up the courage to do it, knowing that the very same people who love the fact that I have the courage to show up in public in some truly remarkable costumes on this, my favorite day, are the same people who will cheer me on each day after.
I’m pretty excited about what I’m going to be tonight, but even more excited about who I’m going to be tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.