Be U: Made It!

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.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Made It!

I am realizing that this is the first ever Labor Day weekend I have been in Florida. I have no need to worry about the end of Summer as the weather changes to cooler and the cold, dark winter season. There will be no long-term cold for me as of right now, perhaps, if I'm lucky, ever again.

I am blessed. I am grateful.

In my teens, 20s and 30s, I never enjoyed what the Labor Day weekend represented to me -- the end of warm weather. I knew cold was around the corner and my body hardly ever did well with cold. Cold hurt me terribly. From purple hands to numb hands to ulcers on my fingers where the skin would die off would be my winter experience for most every winter. My suffering was great.

The pain made me go inside and take a good, not at all easy but extremely productive look at who I am, how I think, react, and feel over every situation that arose. Lots of work. And, when I was in pain, I would do anything to alleviate it.

Now, I am blessed. Perhaps, I was blessed during my pain as well. I am uncertain.

However, I made it through many more months living in Florida than Pennsylvania or New Jersey. When I was 18, living in an apartment, I remember making a call to Andrews and Pinkstone Realty in West Palm Beach, FL to see the availability of apartments in West Palm Beach. I had never been there before, I liked the name of the place. (hey, I was 18!) And, I knew.

So, I feel that I have finally arrived. I am where I am supposed to be. I no longer fear the cold and the pain that would visit me on a very long, very hard, very regular basis.

Happy Labor Day to all who celebrate it. It's meant to commemorate and respect the "social and economic achievements of the American worker". While America is truly a baby compared to most countries, and seems to have been based on the 'American Dream', we, too, are human and doing the best we can with what we know and where we've been and who we are. I know we can do better. I know we will. We all can and we all will as we become more loving, more supportive, more truthful as a 'self' and as a planet.

May you no longer labor with things that have bothered you. May you know your answer and achieve it in the easiest, most loving way possible. Baby steps to Giant Steps are appreciated!

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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'!