Be U: Posts

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.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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It is getting harder to post because I am in 'deep'. I think my husband and I
'reach(ed) the unreachable star' yesterday.   Our relationship is at a whole new depth. There isn't anything outstanding that I need to discuss with him that is bothering me or holding me back or that gives me a headache! lol

We have worked through many issues, thoughts, situations, experiences and reconnected at a deep, deep, level. I always knew he is my soul mate. I was so very, very, very, much in love with him and he was my dearest and deepest trusted friend when we married. I do not know how people that do not have this strong of a connection stay married as months, years, decades go by. It is, without a doubt, a 'place' to reach and grow to one of  the deepest levels of who we are.

So, as I recover from a weekend of talk, banter, discussions and learning how to communicate each other's way at it's (hopefully) depth: his in business mode, mine in feel mode..... Wowza.   We both expressed what we needed to and we were heard and listened to.

HUGE.

I'm tired just as I discuss it here ever so briefly.  It brings me back to numbers, percentages, fractions and huge, in-depth, spreadsheets.   I kid you not.   I found myself bored and not able to take it all in. And, when I decided I can do this for the sake of 'reaching the unreachable star', it worked. I'm sure that he is also drained. It took a lot of work for us to connect through what is not our strongest points. I have business savvy and he has feelings, but it takes a lot of work from each of us for the opposite of what we are good at "to be front and center and present for extended periods. I found I was able to speak in a way that I knew she heard me and she was able to speak in a way she knew I heard her... this required a lot of active listening."

"After spending many frustrating conversations for us both, huge energy draining attempts to get on the same page"*...we have found our communication, for today, for us both to speak and to be heard. "It feels glorious."*
*quoted from my husband (how about that!)

May you learn how to communicate in your most important relationship(s) as you may reach your glory on a deepest possible level.

RFK Bridge, New York

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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'!