Pressing Play on Fulfillment Your Way

Once upon a time … there lived a young girl who though she looked like everyone else in the kingdom, never quite felt like she fit in. As all the other young girls dressed up like princesses and dreamed of being chosen by a tall, dark, and dashingly handsome prince. She dreamt only of adventures, sure filled with lots of love, though she never had a feeling she needed to be rescued, saved, or was born to continue a bloodline, just because that’s what “everyone” did. Just because that’s what fulfillment as a woman was meant to be!

Instead, she loved her life of walking barefoot through the forests, gardens, and streets, and delightfully playing in the mud. Sharing intimate stories with the stallions, fairies, gnomes, and pixies, and on many occasions magically meeting a new stranger and finding out what made their heARTbeat. She swam in the ocean talking to the mermaids, dolphins, and salamanders, knowing no matter what anyone else said, she knew they could hear her whispers, and dreams of living, in a different, unacceptable by many, more loving, kind, liberated from the rules and fulfilling way.

As the other children teased her, told her she’d never have any friends because she was weird, and spoke funny, and they continued to bully her black and blue, she withdrew. Knowing that “sticks and stones could break her bones, and words did surely hurt her.” Then in the quiet, away from the world, she continued to dream of a new land, a place where children could be seen, and heard, for all their intuitive wisdom and where curious questioning of things that made no sense was welcomed every day.

A place where humans were one with nature and all the healing gifts of connection it brings. Where there wasn’t one leader, or ruler, telling us what to do, because we were all accountable for who we were being, and the choices, and actions, of all that we thought, did and do. Where magic and play, like Neverland, was not only allowed, but it was also encouraged every day. Where each soul was invited to ignite, and express their unique creative superpowers, while living lovingly unified, liberated, wild and free.

Where there was no need to feel alone, not enough, or too much, because there were no boxes to tick, or labels to fit, and uniqueness was lived and breathed. Where feelings were free to rise and release, and hearts wide open allowed our imaginations and dreams to run wild. A place where shadows existed, though divisive cruelty, bullying, suppression, control, judgment, and criticism were not the norm.

And in the quietest of moments, hiding in the top of a faraway tree, or her cupboard, no matter what others told her, she dreamed this world into being .. making a commitment to her best friend Sheeba (her dog), her toys, angels, guardians, the gods, and goddesses up above, and really any mystical creature listening, that she would never lose her way and hold on tightly to her heART filled with kindness, love of everyone and most importantly HOPE.

She committed to herself to hold onto the magic and love that existed inside of her. And no matter what anyone “told” her to be, she would continue to dream that one day she would adventure far and wide and find a tribe who believed just as she. Believing that love exists, we are each born to be unique, miracles are created every day, and that to live, love and lead, playfully fulfilled, liberated, wild and free was not only a choice, it is our divine birthright.

Though sadly as the years passed, and the stale classrooms of conformity filled her days, it began to suppress all that brought her heart alive. With this went her ability to imagine, dream and feel deeply connected to all that she had believed she was to be. Her dreams diminished into a fantasy of who she was taught SHE SHOULD be. And fulfillment became something she believed she had to seek outside herself.

She couldn’t help but shut down to avoid feeling the pain .. and she listened to all the voices as they rolled their eyes. Asking continuously why she had to always ask WHY? Why couldn’t she “just be like everyone else?” So, she watched, and observed, WHO this was she needed to be in order to fit in, to have friends, and too eventually be SAVED. Or to be CHOSEN, because as Walt Disney showed us, wasn’t this the only point?  She decided what was needed to SURVIVE this confusing existence, filled with humans living lives that ticked “success driven materialistic” boxes which strangely also seemed to be making many of them extremely sad, anxious, depleted, and sick.

That was .. until the day it all just became TOO MUCH ..  the masks, the pretending, the exhaustion of answering questions about her choices in life in a polite and perfect way, and the mundane feeling of trying to do life like everyone expected. When inside there was a deep knowing, questioning, and feeling that THERE HAD TO BE ANOTHER MORE FULFILLING WAY.

The more she questioned, the more she dove deeply into her pain, her past, her faith, her BEing, the more she woke up .. remembering who she really was, starting to love all that she got taught NOT to BE inside, and realising she’d CHOSEN to not “tick” the boxes as a reminder from her soul that she was never meant to FIT INTO these crazy, life zapping, and often controlling ways.

This was not, her way …

So she made it official, to break all the rules of this game of life she’d never actually wanted to play. To quit “ticking the boxes” that never quite seemed to bring her heART alive and to #pressplay on a new way. Firstly of loving herself and her life exactly as it was. With the hope that then maybe, just maybe, she could INVITE others in the world to come play in this new way together again .. not a happily ever after fairy tale ending … instead a deep JOY filled fulfillment everyday of your existence as you #pressplayyourway!

Welcome my friend to the greatest unwritten masterpiece, the story of your life from 1st July 2022 .. where, if you choose to, you can start to break a lot of rules and write your own life fulfilling script from a blank page, every single day. The seeds have been planted, enjoy the rewards, your dream life awaits.

Can you like to say it with me loud and proud “I AM FREE. I AM FREE. I AM FREE TO BE ME and PRESS PLAY MY WAY.”

How does it feel? What radio station or myriad of thoughts, doubts or fears arise as you potentially grant yourself permission in this brand-new moment to choose to be fulfilled and free? Let them go my friend ..

 And then ask yourself “if I wasn’t afraid what would be the first playful action step I take from this new place of living already fulfilled and free.. ??

Kind regards, 

Kyla