Be U: Whirlwind

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.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Whirlwind

I feel in a whirlwind of life just now.   I feel the center of me and the whirlwind that I feel/see as people; struggle; living; togetherness; separateness; blessings; and harm.

I'm still sitting in it. Ha.

"A body in motion stays in motion; A body at rest stays at rest".  Newton

I am in Still mode, yet I'm totally immersed in life all around me. I'm realizing that being idle and knowing/seeing struggle of a loved one is, perhaps, harder than being with them helping them with their struggle. Please note 'perhaps'; because I know there are two sides (at least) to every story. There is nothing easy, at times, about helping struggling people, especially when they are fighting not to be helped.

I was calm this morning until I heard word that a loved one is struggling. My body feels like pins and needles. Adrenaline is most likely being made in my body responding as such that I am the one that needs it for survival because my thoughts of this struggle my body reads as my own.   MMMMMMMmmmmmmm   Very interesting information indeed.

I feel all of my senses heightened. I have labeled this feeling "uncomfortable". This is the feeling that makes me want to run away from my body. I believe I've used the phrase "my body is screaming" plentiful in my head and in this forum.

Am I taking on what is not mine to own; especially in the manner I am owning it/allowing it. Can I be separate from the hardship of others and still care greatly. Am I helping them by feeling what I believe they feel when it hurts me so?   I am certainly not helping myself and the people that hold me dear.

Here I come back to owning what is mine and allowing others to own what is theirs.  Yikes.

So as I gather my wits in the whirlwind that I 'see' in my mind... I know I can do more peaceful; more realistic; anew. I can do ME better.

May you know that whatever you are feeling today.... May you know if it's truly yours to own or are you taking ownership away from the true entity that God/the universe/destiny/etc. has intended it to land on, perhaps, to awaken this person to a better self.

May you know in each situation, if it is truly your lesson or not; yours to own or not.  And if it is not yours, may you allow it to process in its paramount form elsewhere.

Please note:   I am coming from a place that helping is always good, owning and taking a situation on for others may be nothing but hurtful to all involved.

We are separate identities living collectively. Yes? "You know you got it if it makes you feel good" .... forever. Janis Joplin

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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'!