I really don’t. Keep calling that energy into your life, and it’ll show up.
I especially don’t like the accompanying imagery that comes with the holiday. Like, I’ve never watched a horror movie, that stuff gets stuck in my imagination and wreaks havoc.
So every year I actively avoid it, and every year when asked what I’m dressed up as, it’s the same joke – I dress like I do every other day, and admit I’m a spy.
But now that I have a house kids come to the door, so I have to participate.
By dumping a box of candy into a Happy Meal pail.
Perched in my surveillance chair, “Trick or treat guys, what are you dressed up as? I like your manners.”
Then attended a neighbour fire, one of my favourite things.
