Be U: Seeing a Pattern

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, February 2, 2013

Seeing a Pattern

I'm seeing a pattern here where I am extremely sensitive. Moreso than I ever imagined. I'm feeling things and noticing things that are so minute and, yet, may have a huge impact on me.

Number One is the weather temperature. I knew last night I was feeling a bit achy and uncomfortable. I didn't pay much attention to it. Now, this morning, upon awakening, it is very dark, very cool, and very wet and windy. The temperature change, even though it's 63 deg. F; it is different from yesterdays 78 deg. F. My body feels it. It affects me completely. I accept it and I will trust that I will do what keeps me most comfortable as much as possible.

While out walking the dogs, this morning, it was spritzing rain. My initial reaction was to tighten up and hurry the dogs along. I heard myself say - "LET GO" and I realized that even though it may feel like the cold rain would kill me - in truth, it would not. It could definitely hurt me; but not kill me on the spot. Let go of the FEAR of this. I relaxed my body (and mind) and it all worked out ok.

What comes to mind are the many, many times that I didn't leave the situation, or sat through a concert, a dinner or a workday in extreme pain trying to pretend that I wasn't. I don't ever want to do this again.

Number Two would be the energy I can feel from other people. I feel their happiness, sadness, desperation, joy and pain. I sense their moods and I feel what they are feeling at times. I am most uncomfortable when I sense a feeling of sadness and what is being shown to the world is anything but. I do not know 100% that this is what is happening. I do know this is what I'm feeling. I'm going to experiment with it as I move forward and mingle with the living....

I believe I have set patterns from childhood. I believe many of my thoughts are correlated to growing up. These thoughts were very helpful then. I believe that some of these thoughts that I still hold on to are no longer serving me in a positive light.

I LET GO.

May you let go of a thought that hurts you everytime you think it and, perhaps, replace it with a new one or LET GO of it completely.

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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'!