There’s something so fun about dressing up. I don’t really know what it is… maybe it’s just being something different for a little while—something we wish we could always be, or something that in our heart of hearts we believe we really are, or at least deeply identify with.
Or maybe it’s just fun and silly.
Probably that.
Wearing masks… how’s that for a hot topic these days? I remember when we only talked about it around this time of year, and it had nothing to do with viruses.
We also talk about masks in the sense that we often wear something outwardly to hide what’s really on the inside. Maybe it’s because we’re ashamed of it, or maybe it’s because we want others to be impressed and not see some flaw deep inside. Maybe it’s conscious. Maybe we don’t even realize it. Raise your hand if you’ve ever caught yourself putting one on, knowingly or unknowingly, or wished you could when you didn’t like who you really are…
Well guess what? Who you really are is better than any mask, any costume, any special super suit, or any alter ego, because who you really are is exactly who you are supposed to be. You were wonderfully made, no mask, no suit, no super suit required.
But… you know… if you wanna dress up like a bunny, you do you T-Rex. It’s still pretty fun sometimes.
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