Be U: Outside Temperature

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.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Outside Temperature

I have been affected by cold weather (cold hands) for over 30 years. Today I am hurting. I am questioning why. I have, for the most part, always been a different person in the summer than I was during the winter months. In Pennsylvania, United States, winters are long, dark and cold 30/40 deg F. In the summer, the temperatures are 70/80 deg F and sunny and bright.

Ah Ha. Yesterday was 74 and sunny; the 10 days before this, the high temperature was in the 80s. Today, it is forecasted to not go any higher than 64. It is damp and dreary.

Could this be why I am feeling achy and highly uncomfortable. My head wants to resist this possibility. My brain knows this is the experience I have lived. (Interesting use of the words 'head' and 'brain'.)

I have always been so sensitive to temperature and temperature change. My husband has often said that if the temperature in our house is one degree off my comfort level; I complain.

Is it physical; is it mental. Could it be both. I don't know any answer right now other than to just be true to what I feel. I'd rather run and hide; I'd rather pretend otherwise for some reason. Deep down I don't want this to be my truth. I used to think if I accepted this as my truth; it would make it real. I did, at least, realize that it was true no matter if I accepted it or not so I might as well try to accept it to the best of my ability.

How many times I am going to have to say I accept it before every part of my being agrees with this - I do not know. Keep saying it until I live it, I suppose.

Even as I write, I am feeling that this is silly even nonsense. I know that this comes from others in my past not being able to deal with or accept this as my truth and, being immature at 17, I bought into this belief and I haven't let it go yet.

Is there a thought or belief U are holding on to that U want to let go of today. My wish is for U to easily change your thinking to make your life fuller; easier; more true. To allow yourself to Be the true U.

BE U

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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'!