Be U: Dog Walk

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.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Dog Walk

Durby decides he wants to go around the block today. Durby is getting old and we have not been around the block in quite a long time. He stands still when I tell him 'let's turn around' and this is his way of telling me he'd like to go on. Our 'block' is approximately 2.25 miles.

Today, I agreed.

We met up with a wonderful lady that I started chatting with. It just may have changed my life. What came up was that I was a middle child and she was the youngest in her family. We were saying how middle children are known to be the peacemakers and sometimes silent ones and youngest children are known to maybe be less disciplined and less worried about (left on their own alot), perhaps, because by then the parents may have lost some of their fear and concern of rearing children.

I stated how I have this blog and I feel like I say some pretty nutso stuff on it and I'm way out there at times. I said that I feel uncomfortable about showing my (what we later called) 'uniqueness'. She told me that her uniqueness/quirkiness is what she loves about herself. We delved a bit deeper and we came up with that, perhaps, it is because her quirkiness (alot of times) was able to get her the attention that she wanted/needed. And, my differences was what got me scorned or belittled because some of the people around me were unable to deal with anything out of what they were involved in or could understand.

So, here I am sometimes berating myself for being and showing who I am and here she is indulging in her own 'quirkiness/uniqueness'. How very interesting.

What we believe, is true... or is it?

So, as of today, I am going to try my best and no longer am I going to judge/question/berate what I feel and believe. I am going to allow and maybe even bask in who I am; because basking feels better than berating.

Mmmmm. THANK YOU WONDERFUL LADY!

May you bask in the unique beauty of you today!

(oh, this working on oneself takes alot of energy)

BE YOU.

What if (on the slightest chance) this is the only thing our world needs...

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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'!