Be U: Huge Realization

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.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Huge Realization

I've known for a long time that (as a child) I often didn't know the mood or disposition I would find my mother in when I walked into my home (after my dad deserted us) and the huge affect it had on me. This, apparently was built into my habitual memory. The uncertainty and the fear of negativity has stayed with my common approach to most of my social relationships. I have always found myself on edge waiting for someone to get angry because of the way I acted or of something I have said. As an adult, I know that my mother's reaction was not because of me at all. It was her own 'stuff'. However, most children tend to believe people's reactions/actions are because of them. A child's brain is not developed enough to realize they have nothing to do with how people act. It took me many years to know that other people's reactions/actions are all about them. I am still learning that I do not have this kind of power. Hmm

I know with almost certainty that only three times have I ever had someone say something uncomfortable or throw their anger at me while living here at this home in Pennsylvania, USA. And, those three times stayed strongly and firmly in my brain as to scare me to not want to connect with the few neighbors close by. Living in fear of someone blowing up at me paralyzes me and I now choose to no longer live this way. I now have this realization and I know most people, most of the time, come from love and kindness. When they come from anger or hurt, it's because it is all they know at that moment. Ouch and Whew, What a relief to think this new way. It gives me a freedom that only I took away from myself. Another ouch and whew.

Wow, this is huge for me. I now tell myself (from the deepest part of who I am) to expect that people come from love first and not to expect or even concern myself with a wrath of negativity. I stand firmly and strongly in my truth that no matter what gets thrown (to me or at me) that I know how to better deal with it. I will continue to be loving and see under the anger as much as I am able. Anger is no longer scary to me. ANGER IS NO LONGER SCARY TO ME. Let this be true in every cell/fiber of my being. Anger is a person's way of, perhaps, not feeling the hurt and fear themselves. BIG!

May you know anger to be only an expression of hurt/fear. May you not allow another's anger to affect you; especially in the moment of heat.

Picture from Robyn Nola

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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'!