When I Was An Egg By Paula Joyce
When I was an egg, I was totally protected. I was safe, joyful, hopefulâlooking forward to the ride. Life was gonna be easyâa snap. Everything was provided for me. I just had to show up and sail along. Actually, life as an egg was quite wonderful. Of course . . . there was that sperm who just came out of nowhere and crashed through my thick protective covering. Just like the male speciesâbarging in and taking the lead. I had my eye on the shy sweet one in the corner, but then this bully just knocked him out of the way and compromised my cell wall without so much as a âMay I?â or âExcuse me!â I should have known it was shades of what was to come.
Once he was inside of me, my life as a separate, independent sort was totally destroyed. I canât go anywhere without him; and whatâs more, he decided whether Iâd become a boy or a girl. That just isnât fair. I want to make my own decisionsâor at least discuss things. But no, he just assumes the decisions are his to make!
Suddenly Iâm subdividing and changing intoâinto a girl?! Now Iâll spend the rest of my life in subjugation! I liked it better when I was an egg. In fact, stand back, Iâm rewinding this tape to the beginning when my life was mine.
Afterword Weâve all had our lives determined for us in some way by people, circumstances or thoughts. Â Each life, regardless of gender, has its blessings and its challenges. Although there are many things we cannot control, Stephen Covey advises that we can have an impact within our sphere of influence. That sphere is strongest within our own lives.