Hello World. Walking through the fear of being true to yourself. We mask ourselves daily, with our true selves deeply cocooned within.
We women get dressed ( fabulously I hope ) do our hair, apply our mascara, lipstick and bronzer, (must have the bronzer ) and were off on our way. Navigating our way through traffic, on our way to mask central, aka work. Radio providing just enough background noise to take our mind off of the list of crap to do . . . damn that never ending list. Hmmmm.
The day now done , kids have had dinner, the dog and cat are fed and pleased, the husband, boyfriend, or adult entertainment companion, have "come" and gone. And then there's ahhh . . . that moment of exhale. No expectations. That serene moment when it is just you and your mask. The mask so delicately placed on it's special spot. If people only knew the real you . . . you think, as you take your salt bath soak . . . hmmmm.
I declare . . . you enjoy that moment. Relax, go ahead and smile baby . . . We are all in this together, and we're taking off our masks too until our moment is over . . .
1 comment:
I hear you sista. It is confortable to stay undercover. Cocoon is good. Feels kinda good. But we do always need to face ourselves eventually. Damn I hate tha part. LOL.
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