She’d conformed, complied and compromised to worldly “supposed to’s” and social narratives, feeling like each audience cast her in a different role … to the point where, when she looked in the mirror she had no recognition of who was looking back at her …

… somewhere along the way she began to realize that she’d been Rapunzel’d™ in a life that didn’t fit because she’d been wearing an identity that didn’t fit – The Princess Costume – she’d been exhausting herself trying to make it, trying to maintain it.

Not too long after that realization, she was blindsided by an epic trainwreck that destroyed her fairytale and the tower right along with it, but in the wreckage of the trainwreck and rubble of her crumbled tower she felt something she’d never felt before – free.

Free to figure out who she was by her own definition and abstract design, free to challenge everything the world had ever told her about who she was supposed to be.

This was the beginning of her freedom … my freedom.

I love fairytales because they encompass “all of the things” of life – the good, bad, ugly and beautiful™ things.

My fairytale left me Rapunzel’d™ – trapped in a “tower” of “circumstances”, beliefs, roles I was cast in by others, by the world …

Until it crumbled and set me free.