The Masquerade

My personality type describes me as a "chameleon." Funny, because when Mark and I were dating, all his friends and family said the same thing about me. One person one minute and another person the next. (Some in the psychology community might call that dissociative personality disorder. HA!) In any case, it's true. I own it. It's cool.

So here's the thing.

I was staring at my own reflection about 4 inches away from the bathroom mirror this morning. Putting on make-up, getting ready for work. And the evolving physical contrast slammed me like a ton of bricks...I'm changing into my "Work Self." All weekend long, I've been running around with no make-up and my hair pulled back in a ponytail. Shorts and tank tops. Drinking beer and playing games with the kids.

Now, it's Monday morning and the sun-kissed freckles began to disappear beneath powder, lip liner, lipstick, blush, mascara, eyeshadow... Donning a corporate black-and-red power ensemble, I slipped on my red heels and positioned my cat's eye glasses. Who IS this person in the mirror?

Another side of the plain-Jane 38 year old Mommy who loves backyard cookouts, badminton and cold beer on hot summer days? Yeah. That's me.

No wonder my favorite song from Phantom is "Masquerade." It's my life, people.