Be U: I am. You Are.

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, June 25, 2013

I am. You Are.

I am. You are.   We are.

We are all complex individuals. We all have a story. We all have known greatness and we all have known hardship.

We all move forward with what we know, who we are, where we've been the very best we can in each moment.

This is somewhat of a challenging time for many. Many are calling this the 'big shift'. Many believe we are learning to use more of our feminine brain (right brain) than our masculine brain (left brain) which simply means coming from our heart and intuition instead of from our brain and our learned wisdom. I believe many are awakening to what they like and do not like. Many are choosing to no longer settle but want and need an universal connection outright and consciously.

If something feels 'missing' or 'off' in your life, I'm thinking that you are feeling this 'change' also.  I believe we are all a part of it whether we feel it or not. We were all put on this Earth now, at this time, together. Woo Hoo and Oh Nuts! LOL

When I see a baby born, people falling in love, friends holding each other up; when I know joy from nature and animals... I know that I am okay and we are moving forward, getting along and creating our true individuality, together.

We all experience the complexities of life along with the simplicities of life. We all wake up and go to sleep. We all want to feel loved and know that we matter. We all breathe until we don't. We all come from the same place through birth and go back to the same place through death.

Perhaps, and this is my greatest wish, we can all accept each other through love, openness, connectedness and belief that just because we feel/look/seem/are different here on Earth -- at the core of who we are, we are the same. We all have this universal life force that is mostly unexplainable and greatly felt throughout each of us.

It is time to live life in it's greatest form -- as individuals, united....   I want it to be time.

Perhaps, I have been on Facebook too much and, yet, I write this with the utmost of what I know to be true, hope and conviction of wanting each of us to have it all.

It would feel better to me to know that we all have each other's backs because we know we all have each other's backs.

May you allow yourself to be and share your true self knowing you are going to get the same in return. It will not happen overnight; it may not be easy and I believe. I've experienced it with more people than not.

Yes, it hurts when it doesn't work out. And, I trust myself to propel me forward and through anything. That's how we humans are meant to roll! Roll on, through, and forward knowing that you have your own back always and you can get through anything. Because that is how you've always rolled whether you know it or not. Just read the caption below....   Cannot say it's wrong!

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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'!