Mask

      The opening prompt for NaBloPoMo this month is asking what my first interpretation of the word mask is: covering up, a persona, or a performance.

     Right off the top of my head the first thing I thought about was Jim Carrey’s hilarious performance and the persona he portrayed as the shy and retiring bank clerk, Stanley Ipkiss in the motion picture “Mask“.  When he puts on that amazing mask he becomes the person he always wanted to be.  Not only did he get the girl with the mask, but he was ultra cool and hilarious doing it. The mask worked differently for different people.  Where Jim Carrey’s character had a heart of pure good and reflected it when he wore the mask, the crime boss Dorian Tyrel’s evil was magnified when he wore it.

      I think we all wear masks.  We act differently around different people.  I tend to be myself in about every situation since I have gotten older.  That wasn’t always the case.  Growing up, I never really showed my true personality to anyone.  It emerged much later.  I am glad it finally did.  I feel good in my own skin and have a lot more fun being my crazy, giggly self than pious as if I have a broom shoved up my a$$ sideways.  I am no longer afraid to be me, and while in some situations I will act my age, most times I am just one big fun loving kid with a smile on my face, a giggle on my lips, and a rocking song in my heart until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.