Be U: Angry at the World

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.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Angry at the World

I'm feeling anger alot of the time currently. I don't know much about feeling anger. I've always avoided it. I always thought it was a bit ugly.

I am learning that it can be a helpful tool. Anger is mostly, for me, frustration and fear. I think I'm hiding these two things with anger. Because frustration and fear can find me vulnerable for hurt and I don't feel much like going there.

I'm angry because I want to change my life and, at 50, it's not as easy for me as it was at 20, 30 or 40. I have many more responsibilities with a home, animals, a child and even a husband. I find myself putting these into consideration first, before myself. I have fear of being more in the world with my physical limitations than I've ever felt before.

Why am I allowing responsibility to feel like a hindrance instead of a joy. I'm angry that I can't or won't just attack my life's dreams head on and become happy doing what I am doing. (interesting, the word I use is attack - maybe create or obtain would be better)

I want to work with people to help them onto their happy path and I'm afraid to do it. It's not that I don't think I can. One friend called me her Maya Angelou. (i loved this) I truly believe that this is what I'm supposed to be doing in the next chapter of my life. I can feel what others are feeling.

It's more about my fear of leaving my responsibilities on some level and it's also about who am I to do what makes me happy. I question if I'm deserving (this is useless and yet I'm still doing it).

Before I had these 'responsibilities' I easily found my way with happiness doing, professionally, what I loved. Then, I wanted to stay home with my child (and I am happy that I did) and watch her grow. Now, that she is mostly grown, I want to go out in the world again and be around people and explore and help, in my small way. I'd love to help the people of the world be their true selves (when and if they are ready).

So, I stay stuck because of fear. So, I am choosing anger today. I don't like it and I'm choosing it.

I'll see where I am tomorrow.

When I first heard the words 'life coach' they resignated deep within. I felt excited. I need them to more than resignate, yes? Ha.

Are you doing something you love? My wish is that you are doing several things you love.

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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'!