Mistress of Disguises

Who are we really? I've spent the better part of the past week pondering, who I really am. Who do I want others to see and who do I reveal to myself each and everyday, when I close my door and pull the shades? There's the public me, the private me, the working side of me. The mommy me, the wifey me and many in between. My God, I feel like Sybil. Some of my disguises were challenged this week, as I faced what I'll call a minor health scare. You see, I thought I had pulled a muscle from an extensive shopping and sight seeing trip in NYC. However upon further analysis, it was a blood clot. Well, how do you disguise a noticable limp? How do you disguise being unable go to work? How do you disguise actually needing someone else, your spouse to give injections twice daily to manage the blood clot? My no nonsense, tough exterior disguise was being forcibly removed! I pride myself on being able to be self sufficient. This week, I learned to be interdependent. Maybe I don't have to be in disguise all of the time. Maybe, to be vunerable is acceptable. I want to teach my girls to be strong and independent women. Maybe, they can do it without a disguise