Be U: Adventure

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, July 23, 2013

Adventure

Since I've been thinking of jumping out of an airplane..(Not; lol), I'm feeling the desire to share some of the adventures I have known in my lifetime, thus far.

I married in Hawaii on the island of Kauai during a three week honeymoon! I hiked the Napali Coast and snorkeled their beautiful waters. We helicoptered over brilliant waterfalls and Haleakala, a dormant volcano. I stood at the bottom of this volcano and realized then, that the size of myself is nothing in comparison. I've walked the pink sands of Bermuda and fished the deep seas of the Bahamas. I played and danced in Mexico and walked the famous Wharf of San Francisco, California. I had a picnic at the vineyards in Napa Valley Wine Country and stayed at the shores of the Navy Seal program in San Diego. (They, too, are 'nutz'! lol) I've eaten lobster in Maine and crabs with 'bay seasoning' in Maryland. (Mmm, love those crabs!) I've been to Washington State and New Orleans, Louisianna. I've seen New York Broadway shows and I've been in some real 'dive bars' and had brilliant fun.

I've lived in Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Florida, USA. I helped design and build a 6,000 sq. ft. home from scratch. I've lived in one of the most beautiful country clubs in the United States. I lived on a yacht for 8 days and I've camped in a few campgrounds. For much of my life, I've lived in two places at the same time.

I've owned my own company, Beachin Bodies and my slogan was "Make Yourself a Beachin Body!" in Margate, New Jersey.

I had a beautiful baby girl when doctors were uncertain if my body was going to be able to. I've watched her grow every step of the way and I will be forever honored by the miracle of her.

I have been extremely blessed.

Where do I want to go from here? I'm trying to connect to my truth about this. I know anything is possible.

I want to drive a white convertible Ferrari and see Bora Bora. I want to belly dance again and more than anything -

I want to help others to live the life and truth of who they really are. I want every one to believe and connect to the possibility of being all that is inside of them; that everything they need for this lifetime they already have. I want you to connect to who you are and share your truth and honor of self and your Creator with all that you encounter.

I want us to complete this puzzle of humankind and individually live our utmost truth, together. I believe by choosing to live ALL of the truth of who we are, lovingly; WE WIN.

May you choose to 'WIN'.

Perhaps, this is the greatest time on this planet to embrace the miraculousness of the Universe. We are all in this together, during this time, in this place. May you know the importance and miracle of YOU.

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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'!