Be U: Projection

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, November 20, 2011

Projection

I am feeling that when I call the nurses that are doing the fabulous job that they do, I feel like they are wondering why I am not there. I also feel a vibe of anger or judgment coming from them because I am not there in person visiting with my dad for their 15 minute intervals that are allowed in ICU after open heart surgery. Is this questioning myself.
Some have asked why I am not. I say the same answer that I've been telling everyone about how we didn't do too well with our relationship on this earth but I am bonded to him and I love him. I truly feel that he never wanted a regular relationship with me. Even this past month, he kept me at a distant. His only need was for him to know I was there when he called. He didn't want to talk too deep. He didn't want me in his business. Most of me knows this is just what he knew how to do. Part of me thinks it was to protect me.

I was feeling like my husband was getting tired of all the time and energy I was spending on this man. I definitely spent more on him than any one person this past month. I projected that this was how my husband felt. When I got the nerve up to ask him, I learned that I was mistaken. His frustration was coming from him not being able to understand how this man had such a pull on me. I don't understand it; how can anyone else.

I've been telling myself again and again that 'this being human is not for sissies'. I totally am believing this today.

I think I have turned off my emotions button right now. I'm just going through the motions and getting through the day.

I KNOW that there are much worse situations. I also know we all have our 'stuff'. I also know that I'm ready to breathe and be on the lighter side of living.

Peaks and valley; peaks and valleys.

With the love in my heart and with the love of so many, I will stand strong and live on. We all have our allotted time here on earth. I believe we are here to learn, grow and share. I'm trying my best at all three.

May you be your best at learning, growing and sharing today; or whichever one is the most important for you to Be You.

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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'!