Be U: Where to Go From Here

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, November 29, 2010

Where to Go From Here

Hello. It's a very cold and bitter Monday morning. The sun is out and that is beautiful.

I am finding it extremely difficult to use my hands for anything (what's left of my hands even). I am in a 'bad' place right now. Don't want to get out of bed, do not want to stay in bed. Don't want to go out in the cold, do not want to stay in the house.

No win situation I am creating here in my head.

I need something to do. Scared to commit to even volunteering again because what if I feel sick or unable to keep the commitment to be with the 'job'. Then what. It feels easier not to commit.

What is it with this commitment stuff flying around me.

I am finding that, with pain and illness, most of the energy I have goes into this. Constantly rubbing my hands with creams and oils. Then, I can't touch anything because my hands are greasy. However, this definitely alleviates the pain for a bit.

I take a pain pill and then it messes with my head and this alleviates the pain for a bit more.

I want to be decorating for Christmas, I cannot. I want to be strong and healthy; I am not.

I want to know where I am going from here; I do not.

Life - it's interesting, if nothing else...

Life is a process of highs and lows. Life teaches us. Life challenges us. Life goes on. Life changes. Life can be an exciting adventure. Life can be a dark place.

My challenge is just being me throughout it all. I like me more when I feel good about me. I like me less when I tell myself things should be different.

Who says they should be different. They are not, so what if they are exactly as they should be. My guess is that things are exactly as they need to be for today.

So, I will sit with this and know and strive for different and/or better. Until then, I will choose to live in my truth to the best of my ability with what I know today. (See, what if there is NOT an 'until then'.)

I sure hope something comes along soon and changes things up. This may be my right place - can this be my happy place too. Mmmmmm, who says it can't.

OK, now I'm tired again.... This is why people don't go 'here'. It's awfully exhausting and challenging. My pain is what has brought me here.

However, is it possible it's more exhausting to be stuck in the same unbearable patterns that I have created for myself over time. I'm hoping all this completative work is worth it. I'll just have to wait and see I suppose. Push forward and onward while I'm 'sitting' with what I have.

Apparently, I am not 100% accepting. ha. This is a tough one for me.

Sorry, "I got nothing".

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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'!

Coming for the Real You.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Where to Go From Here

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