Halloween and Solitude

Tonight is the night that little kids, and adults that still think they are kids, don their costumes and hit the streets, or a good party. Usually I'm all for going out and celebrating, but for some reason this year I have chosen to spend the entire Halloween Weekend alone at home. I've been invited to various Halloween functions, but have declined them all because none of them seem.....fun for some reason....something is missing.

I've spent my time alone reading, meditating, napping, playing Scrabble on Facebook, sending texts and talking on the phone with friends. I enjoy the solitude. This may sound odd, but sometimes I think that fun is over rated. When we are constantly on the go, looking for the next Social Fix, scurrying about like little hamsters on meth, we tend to lose sight of ourselves. We become so focused on the external, the stoking of the flame, that we lose a bit of ourselves in the process. If we aren't careful we can truly get lost, wandering around like disembodied spirits looking for a place to anchor ourselves.

Next year I may wind up spending the entire Halloween weekend dressed up in costume; dancing the night away with a White Russian in my hand. But for today anyway, I'm going to enjoy the introspection and the joy that goes along with it.