Masked Emotions

As the Coronavirus has embedded our lives by it feeling like a destructive creature, we find we are changing physically, mentally, emotionally, which includes, changing how we live and even how to live through it. We have proven we are strong and have learned to either face it head-on and utilize all the tools that are provided to us or become stagnant members of society.

The way I take this so-called "when life gives you lemons.." situation, I amuse myself with the wondrous observation of just how many creative, crafty and personalized masks we now own and make part of ourselves and our existence, especially when out in public.

My masks, ranging from ordinary blue to paisley black and white, are an extension of myself. I actually like wearing one, particularly in the food stores, for I find myself being able to linger in the aisle and talk to myself as to whether I should buy "chunky" or "creamy" peanut butter; plus, without my having to wear any lipstick is a time-saver, because God knows how long it takes me to pick out a shade.

Another plus to wearing a mask is that I have the unrestrained freedom to sing, in a very low voice, mind you, behind the unassuming cloth, to the music piped through the stores' intercoms. I now can spare the public through my muffled, melodious rendition.

So, if I must take a bad situation and turn it into something positive, I start with my face masks; they are more of a help than a hindrance in the overall expression of myself.