Be U: Have the Bug

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 25, 2012

Have the Bug

I'm walking around Shambala (my home) and gathering stuff for donating. I guess I caught the bug in Florida. It felt good to let go of 'stuff' by telling myself that someone could use it more or better than I.

So, this Sunday morning, I'm walking around really looking at my home realizing what I've collected over the years.

I have many stuffed animals that are my daughter's. Children would love them. I would love children to have them; especially at Christmastime. I want to get my daughter's approval on these. I have juicers, blenders and choppers that are way outdated. I have candles and knick knacks that only collect dust. It's time to pass these on. I'm contemplating selling some things that are big items and worth some money such as a gym set. I'm contemplating letting go of some things that have a connection to my heart. It's a perfect time to let go of Christmas decorations and items that I no longer need or use. I feel this is putting good karma out into our world. Good karma is good. Mmmmm

As I live my day to day life, I'm surrounded by things that at one time were used daily. With life ever changing, there are many things that I can let go of now if I let myself. I think by letting go, perhaps, I can open up and receive new.

May you let go of 'things' that no longer serve you and be open to receive the things that will serve you today. May your 'old' be passed on as someone's 'happiness'.

As I write this, I think of energy. I'd like to let go of old useless energy; emotions that I hold onto out of habit but that hurt me. Allow this useless energy out into the world. This energy could be grabbed by someone who can use it as good.

"One man's trash is another man's treasure." Anonymous

I'm reminded of a time when I was on the massage table and I was releasing painful memories/emotions. I told the therapist that I didn't want anyone else to have to touch this negative energy. I wasn't sure I wanted to let it go because I didn't want it to hurt anyone else. She brightly stated that it's just energy. Once I release it from myself - it goes out into the universe as 'just energy'. I'm the one that used it negatively. Someone else may just grab onto it and use it positively. This resonated with me. It felt true on me.

May you grab onto the perfect energy that you need for you to move forward now. It's out there. It's on you. Just believe.

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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'!