Be U: Birthday Weekend

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.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Birthday Weekend

My 'guests'' plane landed at 12:24 am on April 27. It was approximately 1.5 hours late.   I was driving to get them and I noticed on the car clock that it was 11:59 pm April 26.   I watched the clock turn to midnight and I sang out loud "Happy Birthday to Me" at the strike of midnight.   lol    I never did this before. It was fun and funny to me.

We got back to the apartment by 1ish am and they went to sleep and I was so excited I did not fall asleep until 3 am. My adrenaline had kicked in strong.

Saturday, my birthday, we went to the pool and arranged and confirmed plans for the BIG evening out.

We met at an Ocean Grille where they dock boats and have delicious meals. We sat outside and the lighting, the ambience and the company was wonderful. I had crab for an appetizer and bacon wrapped scallops for my meal. The presentation and taste of both was impeccable. Mmmmgood.

As I was sitting there - a special and lovely friend came around the corner holding a massive group of balloons. This sight will forever be ingrained in my being. Another lovely and special friend brought a beautiful chocolate cake from my favorite chocolate cake place and all sang Happy Birthday. I had already written in a previous post that the largest (a huge one) balloon decided to fly off the string and we all watched it fly high into the sky; surprised. I made a wish! lol

I was relaxed and I sat back and took the joy and love in. I was blessed. And, my darling husband paid for the meal. It was his way of being there.

I am grateful and blessed by all these wonderful people in my life that helped me to celebrate the birth of me.   Me Me Me --   I could get used to this.   Yikes!

We then left the restaurant and headed to the dance club where we sat in the outside area and chatted (screamed, actually) over the music and laughed. My beautiful sister did get me to dance because it was one thing I said I wanted to do. So, we danced.   I DANCED on my birthday. We left about 1 am.

It was a wonderful evening.

The rest of the weekend we shopped, we did massages (another gift from my beautiful niece and sister), we went sightseeing and we spent quality time together. They walked my dogs with me and we talked late into the night.

It was a great celebration. One I will never forget and one I will be forever grateful for.

May you create a celebration of you or someone you love and cherish the magic forever.... no matter how small or how big -- the 'CHERISHED', perhaps, is what matters most.

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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'!