Be U: Reminded

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.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Reminded

My post about my great nap and the blanket on the couch was hard for me to admit. The lack of being able to cover myself on the couch comfortably, even as a 52 year old woman, had me feeling so childish talking about this. It was extremely strange.

Even the words and their sentences came out and found their own place on the post page. I did not create the post to be written that way. It just happened and, in truth, I did not know how to bring it back to my normal format so I just decided to go with it. Whammo.

The post reminded me of a situation when I was working as a Personal Trainer. I had a wonderful elderly couple in their 80s. I was referred by my very first client who was in her 90s and she hired me so she could just get in and out of a chair easily. This 90 something woman was lifting a barbell over her head by the time she gave up. It was very cool for me (but I'm getting off the subject).

I showed up one day and it was the man's birthday. I had the great honor of encouraging and supporting them to have their very last dance right there in their living room in front of me. What an honor. (I know it was their last dance because one of them died very shortly thereafter.)

To continue on.... the man began to tell me a story about how when he was 9, he got a bike for his birthday. But something went awry and it was taken from him from his parents in a very mean manner. Right there, as he was telling his story, he cried. I was so taken aback that this man, over 80 years old, would cry over something that happened to him when he was 9. I realized then that all the years; all the circumstances good and bad; all the feelings and emotions we ever breathe through are right here with us always. Right here with us unless we mentally and physically release them through hard work and feeling them. They do not go away. They get buried deep until, and if, we are brave enough to feel them.

So, when I covered myself with a blanket, I was creating a new road; opening a new window for myself. As simple as this sounds, it sure felt epic. (and wonderful)

May you do something so 'simple' today that it becomes epic.....

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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'!