Be U: Range of Emotions

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Range of Emotions

I know it is probably best to feel all the emotions; the range of them. However, I am not having too much fun feeling the darker ones like fear, dread, unhappiness.   I am thinking that without feeling these, I may not be able to know the opposite emotions like braveness, excitement and happiness.

Today is my day for the darkness.  I woke up into it. Wanting it to change is all I can think about. Trying to get my head around it and, perhaps through it. Again, fighting it and not just letting it be.

I am seeing and learning that when I feel this way, I shut the world out. I can't talk to my dearest friends. I really do not know how to share this part of me. The fear of being so vulnerable. Yet, is it vulnerability? Just because I'm down - does that mean I can be hurt more. I don't think so. I can always be hurt whether I'm up or down. Am I afraid that people won't like the 'down' me?

Maybe I shut the world out so I can go inside and figure me out. Maybe I want to be so in control of me that I don't want to take on others thoughts and ideas on how to fix me. Maybe, just maybe, I know (through all my years of turmoil) that only I can 'fix' the way I'm thinking; that I do have the power. Sure, people can alter my train of thought and sometimes this is wonderful. I would like to watch this more closely. Perhaps, this is more about my listening; more about me being present to all of my emotions.

I love helping people when they are down; so why won't I give the same chance to another to feel good to help me when I'm down. Is this selfishness by not reaching out? Could it be?

Oh, it's so much more fun being up than it is being down. Or is it? What if they are all just feelings and I don't need to judge any of them? What if I just let them be.

If something happens to me on Wednesday and then the same thing happens to me on Friday, why is it possible to have two different feelings towards the same thing?

Oh, this is too deep! I have a headache! ha.


.	Emotions - the state of feeling; conscious mental reaction (as anger or fear) subjectively experienced as strong feeling usually directed toward a specific object and typically accompanied by physiological and behavioral changes in the body Is it possible to just watch our emotions and allow them to just be and pass through us?

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!