Be U: All Along

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.

Friday, September 6, 2013

All Along

It is interesting to me how all along, throughout this blog, pictures would just be here for the right post. I'd take a picture yesterday; (recently, saw a picture) and what I would be typing about today - the picture tells almost the same story and just fits so perfectly with whatever it is that I was portraying or representing. It always happily surprised me and felt so right.

I would log in to the stats and I'd be right on with the number in my head before seeing it many more times than not.

What I'd write about or if an unusual word would come up - I would later see the same in other areas of my life. It has been a real hoot; a real challenge; a real eye opener; a real walk on through(er); and a great lifeline for me.

I'd start off typing and end up somewhere I had no clue I was going. It has been a true adventure for me. I have learned so much and have become so aware of myself. This blog came to me for me. I am truly grateful. I am so appreciative that I chose this way. I can honestly say that it feels like this way chose me.

It was not an easy path. It was a path to enlightenment. A path to sit securely in my truth. I will never be perfect and I embrace this.

My wish is that it helps you find your own way; believe in your own truth and be gentle, tender and loving to yourself and all that are in your life.

Hurt people hurt people. It is time to stop the hurt. It is time to live the way we best can with ourselves and each other.

We do not know if we have tomorrow. We know we have breath in this moment. Do you know you are breathing? lol

May you live the life you breathe though you and get to the place that it feels right.

                                                                    My hand.
                          This picture certainly surprised me, albeit, not happily!
             This was taken yesterday because someone extremely close to me had
                                           asked me to send it to them.
    I so want to resist putting it here. I have much apprehension and uncomfortableness.
                                       Yet, I know I'm supposed to. Yikes.

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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'!