Be U: Lost the Joy

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, November 15, 2013

Lost the Joy

Well, if I'm being truthful, I lost the joy as the day went on.

"Things' just happened out of the ordinary; out of what was originally scheduled in my mind and I felt anxious and somewhat uncomfortable because of these little things.

I'm still okay but I lost the joy for a bit. It is quite cool here, sweatshirts cool; and somewhat a dark day. No blue skies, no bright sun.

I do see the palm fronds frolicking in the wind. I find joy in watching this.

I think I'm ansty to be out and about. I'm stuck inside out of habit. I am not working and I know that leaving the house costs money. Ha! It was different when I was a stay at home mom watching a child; building home(s) and working hard at upkeeping same.

I am now in an apartment that needs very, very low maintenance. While I am breaking down my home up north, I have much help and I'm finding myself as the outside 'manager' managing the placement of the material things. I'm so grateful that I do not have to be there in the cold; in the stress; in what would feel like sadness to me... there is enough of it going on in my heart as I participate this way. I am blessed. I am grateful that I get to do what works best for me. I am grateful I have 'angels' helping me with this huge amount of work.

I don't feel like I'm working my 'keep' any longer. I feel a great need to offer more to the family; to my husband; to myself.

I envison/feel/want myself going out and working and be-bopping around town spreading health and wellness; hope and joy. I get angry when other people are doing what I want to do and getting wonderful responses and succeeding at bringing people joy. I want to be one of them... Correction, I need to be one of them.

Good news/bad news is .. I am the only one that can make this happen.

So, I sit in frustration, contemplation and doing little bits and pieces to create my professional debut after 20 years. This feels awful scary; awful exciting and I begin a walk into a career that I will create and find.

Until then, my joy comes and go. My hope comes and go. My confidence comes and go. I guess I can be very grateful it comes! lol Feelings will most likely always come and go. This is simply experiencing being 'human'.

May you allow whatever comes to you, through your openness; through your self... May you know that it is enough; it is okay; it is you and it is your future being built in the present. Woo Hoo.! Live the truth of you forward. Live the best you that is inside of you to live now.

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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'!