Fifty and I know it…

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.

No Regrets.

written in response to today’s daily word prompt

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/transformation/

Author: uma197

I am a beginner to all this blogging. Recently found a passion for writing. Not sure if I am a good enough writer to publish a REAL book. I am probably using this as a testing platform to see if I attract enough interest. I was born in Sri Lanka, now for the last 26 years living in Australia. So am I a Sri Lankan or Australian, it changes time to time. Lets say I am not ashamed to say I am a Sri Lankan but I think my affections lie with Australia. I am a cancer survivor, marriage survivor, war (civil war) survivor and what ever else the world/destiny has thrown at me. So my blog I guess would be about all those things. Humour is Huge for me, fairness is huge for me, I question everything religion, cultural beliefs, Political decisions. So watch out for some some fireworks laced with humour. View All Posts