There are a bunch of people out there who want to suck the fun out of everything. Especially Halloween.
Some people want to ignore Halloween all together, or maybe worse, hand out religious tracts instead of candy. I'm not sure what they're trying to prove, but if they're trying to show love, that really isn't the way to do it.
Other people suck the fun out of Halloween by being uber obsessive about it. They start months in advance planning complicated and expensive costumes for the whole family, and get whacked out if everyone isn't onboard because they might not win the contest.
Both of those are kind of scary and the opposite of fun.
Back in my day, (here I go sounding old) my religiously conservative family saw no problem dressing up for Halloween and going Trick or Treating. My parents didn't lecture us about Druids or create some faux alternative holiday.They also never told us what to wear or obsessed about winning any contests. We didn't plan much or spend much money. They just let my brother and me enjoy it for what it was:
An opportunity to dress up and have fun.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
I Am Enough
What would you do if Oprah called and asked you to go on her network? To talk to millions of people as an authority on something, as a go-to person, as a professional expert?
I've often said I'm not an expert on anything. I just dabble at things. I know a little bit about a lot of things. But an 'expert'? Nope, you must be thinking of someone else.
I'm not even very consistent at the one thing I'm supposed to be good at: Writing.
Earlier this week, my husband sent me this message:
"Only one blog in September, and (horrors!) a big fat goose egg in October. You writing under a psuedonym???????"
Uh, no, I told him. I haven't been writing under any nym. I haven't been writing at all. Goose egg is right.
I've often said I'm not an expert on anything. I just dabble at things. I know a little bit about a lot of things. But an 'expert'? Nope, you must be thinking of someone else.
I'm not even very consistent at the one thing I'm supposed to be good at: Writing.
Earlier this week, my husband sent me this message:
"Only one blog in September, and (horrors!) a big fat goose egg in October. You writing under a psuedonym???????"
Uh, no, I told him. I haven't been writing under any nym. I haven't been writing at all. Goose egg is right.
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