“Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun
But you have to know how.” — Dr. Seuss

In years past, Halloween is not a holiday I typically celebrated. As a child, I visited a few houses, came home, counted out a handful of Smarties and Snickers, and changed out of my costume. In my teenage years, my mom assigned me to door duty and I handed out candy to kids dressed as bumble bees and Batman. But never once did I feel the urge to dress up, visit a haunted house, or decorate a pumpkin.

This year I don’t know what changed, but something did. October has been an ambivalent month, full of varying emotions, with an inclination toward heartbreak. I’ve talked about my penchant toward melancholy and in some ways I’ve forgotten the joy of participating in silly sheer fun. But yesterday I laughed as I donned on my costume. I slipped on my red and white striped socks, my Cat in the Hat tall hat, and a big red bow tie. My daughter pointed at me and yelled, “My Momma is the Cat in the Hat” and laughed a silly belly laugh. She laughed harder as my husband painted himself in blue grease paint, his attempt to model one of the members of the Blue Man Group.

The silliness of the moment still resonates with me. Sometimes you just need to rediscover how to have fun. I am so glad I did.