Be U: Where I'm At

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.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Where I'm At

Well, little things can make me happy - and I got a pedicure for the first time in way over a year. This is a huge deal to me. My feet were not able to get a pedicure because of one toe and the soles of my feet being too sensitive AND now my dark blue toes (wanted to see what all the rave was about) are smiling up at me! Ha.

In many people's lives, there still is trauma, oppression or life altering change and I see us connecting differently, more deeper to help each other; supporting each other; and leaning on each other.

I see some not knowing how to receive help. I see some not knowing how to give help. I see some easily doing one and not the other and I see some doing both.   Again, the human experience can be quite fascinating if we look at it through non-participatory involvement of, perhaps; can I say drama? Mmmmmm It is what it is, so I can know peace through whatever is happening if I choose it.   This is my goal for myself.

The human experience (living in our bodies and dealing with the exterior and interior world of ours) is quite the hoot.   From dull to over the top; we are capable of knowing it all. Truly, we are. I am starting to feel that what most of us call positive and negative are really just what we want and don't want.  What doesn't hurt and what hurts. Perhaps, the negative part is labeled 'bad', because it's something we surely do not want.

I've heard and read many say that their biggest 'negative' in their life eventually became one of the most positive things that ever happened to them. Mmmmmm

What if when I was feeling a negative, I could just say what most likely can be the truth. Well, I don't want this in my life; I feel I don't know how to handle it and, most undoubtably, I'll get through it. This too shall pass.  And, choose peace in the chaos. Just choose it.

It's summer and the temperatures are stabilizing at high. My body seems to work best in this stabilization of warmth and I feel pretty good. I feel somewhat strong and I surely am not achy and hurting. THIS IS GOOD STUFF. I'd say this is positive. Do we all have to go through negative to know what positive feels like.   So, negative can be positive in this sense, yes?

LOL, it is a bit early for my brain. I haven't been up long enough. Yet, this is what my fingers type.

May you choose peace. Do you want to?

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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'!