Halloween.

It's that time of year again. The holiday that really kicks off the holidays. But I love Halloween for a very different reason than most people. Most people love Halloween because you can pretend to be something other than who you are like a superhero. Or they love it because they can revert back to carefree, childhood days when nothing more than a costume and candy made you giddy happy, and sometimes even on a school night. Now days, my friends love Halloween because it means hilarious, mostly inappropriate costumes, and an extra fun happy hour.

But for me Halloween means one thing, and one thing only.... 9 days until my birthday.

My birthday is VERY important to me. It's my day and I love it. I'm a big birthday person in general, whether it is mine or anyone's really. But when it is mine, it's even more spectacular. But that is a post I will bring yall when the day is upon us. (Omg I can't wait!)

Back to Halloween. I was always a fan. When I was little we'd pack up and head to Austin to do our trick or treating. I can remember being Rainbow Bright, a bunny, cat woman, a gangster, and a witch.

In college we took things to the next level. But how could you not in New York City? I was a drunken cowgirl one year, 3 blind mice with my roommates one year, and Charlie's Angels with the same gals that included carrying water guns around the Bronx.

This past year I threw on my 7th grade cheerleading uniform, and ran around with my sister in her similar high school uniform.

This year, I'm not sure. I offered to be the designated driver for my boyfriend and his buddies because I'm just not feelin' it, but then I thought I'd throw in a twist and dress up like a chauffer. I'm thinking some black pants, a tuxedo shirt, a little hat and some aviators. We'll see if it happens or if I grow up a little more and skip out on the holiday to start the holidays.

I know one thing for sure though: Whether I dress up or not, it will still be the mark of my birthday month beginning!

xoxo Sara Marie