Fifty and a day old. Don’t feel any different. But there has been a gradual transformation. Embryo to Fifty !! Pretty good effort on my part. Mum had five miscarriages. I said none of that, I am COMING, here I am ready or not. Well not exactly those words. But that’s what I did. Born a survivor, I am still here kicking and screaming, time to time, I had to keep reminding the man up there about it. (it could be man or woman, I have no issues with either sex as the god).
Embryo to Now, pretty big transformation. Body. Mind and Soul. Caterpillar, cocoon to a butterfly. (I think, I got a bit ahead of my self there. So I may not exactly be a butterfly more like a moth).
The core of me is still there, but the mind has gathered more thoughts, freedom, compassion, empathy along the way. Transformation has been slow, but it has happened.
written in response to today’s daily word prompt