When I have time with my little one, I fill the air with goofy comments and questions. It’s my way to keep her entertained in our traffic filled mornings. But, today was different. Bug was singing to the radio and suddenly stopped. “Daddy?” “Yes, my love?” “What’s wrong?” It came out of left field. Every conversation is about her…I ask her about her days, what she did with her Uncle Pizza, how she is feeling…it has never been about me. “What do you mean?” “You are quiet. You are not singing this song with me.” “Nothing baby, I am ok. Thank you for asking.” She went back to singing “Bright” by Echosmith. But, of course, there was something wrong. As parents, we wear masks sometimes. We are expected to keep these happy masks in front of other people…especially our children. We have adult problems…adult issues. My little one shouldn’t be worrying about anything. Her head should be filled with visions of Spongebob Squarepants, Pokemon, and other funny stuff. It made me think…when do I ever take off my “mask?” Some of us refuse to take off the “mask”. We don’t want anyone to know who we really are..and what we feel. It’s comfortable for us. But others, have our “masks” off from the very beginning. We are comfortable in our own skin and we want the world to know who we are. As a freelance writer, I think we are more on the latter part of the spectrum. We share our feelings with the world through our written and typed words. We embrace the emotions, from sadness…to happiness…to depression….to loneliness…and channel that energy into writing. It enhances the writing process. Try it. Write something when you are feeling utter joy…when you are in love. And then, when sadness or anxiety comes…write again. You will see the difference in your writing. Imagine a world where we didn’t have any “masks.” We said what we wanted…and acted the way we wanted to. The way we acted in the safety of our own room…was the same in a public shopping mall. When we felt something, we said it..we expressed it. We didn’t care who was watching…we didn’t worry about judgment. Would that be a better world? Or worse?