Astronaut. Hotel magnate. New Jersey housewife.
You’ve ruminated what you’re going to be many times in this life. Fortunately Halloween gives you the annual gift of identity exploration without a crisis or daunting self-scrutiny. What a treat to just BE whatever you want for once (a year). As a young kid I relished transforming myself into a range of beings: gypsy, wizard, Wonder Woman, ballerina, bumblebee, Madonna. In my twenties I dressed as a geisha, Cher ~ 80s Mask Cher with leather jacket, biker boots and tattoos ~ and a cat burglar that unintentionally doubled as young Elvis in black when I took off my mask (my short, slicked back hair I suppose). Now that my son is excitedly discovering the endless possibilities of what to be this All Hallow’s Eve (we’ve been through a veritable who’s who in the four-year-old universe), I am seeing with renewed verve the inherent thrill of being something you’re not. Or perhaps, it’s really the Sasha Fierce in each of us finally getting the chance to sing ~ or scream ~ for a night.
© Jennifer Dowd
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