Be U: Perspective

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.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Perspective

Yesterday I spent much of the day with a bright, young lady who is battling Hodgkins Disease. She has been through much the past two years. This past week, I've never experienced so closely the affects and effects of the medicine that is administered to cancer patients in order to kill the cancer and give people a chance at a full life going forward.

To know someone so young experiencing this and knowing all about the disease, the medicine, the work that it entails to get through such hurtful and harmful paths, motions, and minutes is not an easy thing to watch.

She is one of the bravest; most powerful 'warriors' I have ever met.

I went into the city to the University Of Pennsylvania Hospital. What a maze of corridors, elevators, patient rooms and nurses stations. The words remarkable, crazy, upsetting, beautiful and wondrous come to mind.

Medicine does have a way of helping many. Medicine does have a way of hurting some. Medicine is one way to go.

I believe whatever works for the individual; whatever the individual believes in and heads towards, it must be their path. I applaud, honor and cheer one on.

I have not been 'fortunate' with medicine. I have had many tests, many years, many doctors look at me and not be able to offer me much. My path is different. After seeing what I saw yesterday, I hope my path stays as it is. My path seems to be.. to choose to go within to connect to and discover what is in the deepest part (that I can reach) of myself. And, do not ever give up. Allow the flow of who I am to work its magic through trust, hope and believing.

I am beat up a bit from yesterday. I am very sensitive to everything that is energy. And, everything is energy.

So, today while I cheer this young, lively woman on, I am in awe of her as she gets stronger, connected more deeply to who she is and creates anew as well.

I feel agitated and triumphant. I no longer want to sit with what is; or even stand. I want to move through all that is. I want to move with my body, my mind, my spirit, my soul, my heart. Together, in totality of who we are, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

May you know the possibility of you is endless and may you pursue your path with vigor, truth, belief and eyes/heart wide open. I cannot wait until you see what you do next through this brilliant light that you have in all that you are.

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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'!