The Halloweekend: When to Forgive Your Own Mischief
Go on. Be good tomorrow. Tonight’s for trouble.
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Straight from the archives: a CONVICTS Halloween party, back when “self-care” meant dancing ‘til the lights came on.
Seems like everybody in every friend group in every city is talking about cutting back on the booze these days. According to Gallup Polling, word on the street is alcohol sales are down to their lowest level since 1939 in America (which, given the chaos afoot in the world is itself impressive). And science has more or less come to the consensus that booze—even red wine—is more or less poison.
A similarly specific story’s been hitting the shelves re: processed foods. It’s no plot twist that they’re bad for us. Researchers have recently identified that they might be even worse than we thought.
Which is to say: good on everyone cutting back on the sauce and preservatives these days. Taking care of ourselves and maintaining quality health is critical to living our best lives.
But. After all.
It’s Halloween.
And given that enormous bags of tiny candy are basically “Halloween salad” and spiritous liquors are essentially vibrational lighter fluid for a good costume party…what’s a conscientious human to do this Halloween eve?
Mischief. That’s what to do.
Because here’s the thing: knowing thyself is the key to moving through the world. And if we’re all being honest…there’s a little streak of bad in all of us.
Sometimes this comes out shittily: as unmindfulness, as uncompassion, as impatience, and choosing the self over others.
Halloween, with its masks and mischief and festivities, is a generally innocent pressure valve for our shared desire to break the rules, jump the fence, wear a mask, and disregard the normal rules of society.
We all wanna cut the Freudian id loose, even for a single night.
So listen: we support whatever approach you’re taking to the holiday. If you’re dry and sugar-free, good for you. That’s certainly the right thing to do.
But if the right thing isn’t in the cards for you tonight…go ahead and deal yourself The Joker. Grant thyself a moral hall pass. Snarf up those tiny snickers and pour an extra-adult adult beverage.
Let it all rip on this night of mischief. Then, once you’ve blown off some of that spooky steam, get on back to the good health we’re all chasing these days
Happy Halloweekend,
CONVICTS
