Be U: Fingers

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, March 25, 2012

Fingers

My fingers are very sensitive. I have three sores. My initial reaction is to try to figure out why I have them. Hey, it's been 30 years of me trying to figure out why I have them. Perhaps, this is one mystery (HUGE MYSTERY) that I'm supposed to live with.

Frustrating, tiring and almost defeating. ALMOST defeating I say.

The disease seems to have reached my gums. Where I had a tooth pulled, the skin has not healed closed.   It has healed, but there is a small gap that did not close up. I'm not sure if too much 'stuff' was taken out when the extraction took place or if, this in fact, is the disease.

Quite a lot has been blamed on the disease over the years. It's an easy out.   I've used it myself again and again and again and again. Professionals have used it when I've asked the unknown.

Most of the time it was my truth. Some of the time, it was probably not. I'm a bit mixed up (too many years) and it has stopped me from doing many, many, many things. It has been helpful at some things to not have to do things. See, good and bad on every issue!

It may be the current beautiful warm and sunny days turning back into the cloudy, damp, very cool days. The fluctuation of temperature is surely not my friend. I feel beat up by it most times.

When I was in Ocala, Florida, fluctuation there can be dramatic (up to 30 degrees) in one day and it can be regular. I noticed this year, watching the temperature between here, Ocala and West Palm Beach, Florida, that in West Palm Beach most days fluctuate less then 15 degrees daily. This is the norm. I'm wondering if this is one big reason why I feel much better there.

I know my frame of mind has a lot to do with it as well. The beauty of palm trees, vibrancy of color on the flowers and trees and the sound and vastness of the ocean really calm me. Empty leaved trees and brownish grass and drab color does not excite me in the least.

So, onward and forward I go. Mystery still unsolved. How will I proceed from here.

How are you handling the mysteries of your life and how do they affect you?

The word acceptance is knocking at my door again. I do not know why I won't fully let it in.... Another mystery.   Mmmmm   I can almost feel the complete body relaxation from opening this door....

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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'!