Be U: Daughter

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, August 21, 2013

Daughter

My brilliant and lovely daughter is tucked 'away' at college. She has her room decorated her way and has what she needs to be comfortable and thrive.

I know she will live her way and encourage others to do the same by example.

I have no emotion as of yet. I think I'm afraid to feel. I don't want to feel the pain of my little baby on her own. I don't want to feel the pain of my loss of not having her near. I don't want to feel the awesomeness even of knowing she will need me less and less. I know I will always be her mom. I know she has many more roads/paths/highways that she will travel without me near. I know I will always be a part of her as she is always a part of me.

I don't want to type this one out. I'm not ready to be 'here'. I'm not ready to let go. I'm not ready for her to not need me.

I know she will always need me. The 'need' just changes. This is the way life is set up to go for the majority of us. This is not the way it always goes. This is the way I want it to go for us.

I want my precious girl to fly high (and low), with love and truth. I want her to make her own roads and travel down (or up) them as she knows is best for her. I want her to grow, learn, fear not, fear some, laugh, dance, sing and love. I want her to have it all.

And, as we all live our own life... we know this to be true. We get our own gamut of relationships; emotions, trials and tribulations.

We best win when we follow and let our lives flow through the truth of who we are. Why we humans created this to be so scary, I am uncertain. For some, it flows easy and true. Others, it is contracted, damned up and false. For most of us, it is in between and always changing.

Life; gotta love the ride. Without the love of the ride, life is more mundane, less energized and certainly can feel boring.

May you love what you do as you DO YOU. Always be connected to the part of you that is truly you as you maneuver, lodge, dodge and win.

This has just completely exhausted my brain, head, and being. It feels like my body was not participating and is waiting for me to come back into it to move on forward. This is my truth just now. Yes, it sounds crazy to me and yes, I know this to be completely true for me in this moment.

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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'!