Be U: Recovery

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.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Recovery

Perhaps, the day after Christmas is recovery day. Relax, let go of things we held onto. Let our self-love lead us inward towards all that we are and outwards towards supporting others to do the same.

I sit here in quiet. The TV is lightly on in the background. It is a cloudy day, 75 degrees. Little Bear took woke herself and came out by herself yesterday and today. She seems to be more herself. Today for the first time since November 20, she ate from her feeding bowl alone. I was feeding her in the living room on a paper plate. Today, she 'told' me she wanted to eat from her bowl next to Tiffany! I believe I am witnessing a miracle. God is going to save her is my hope.  I do want her with me for several more years in her full joy of life mode. She really is a joyful dog.   Somewhat a silly, run into walls and trees dogs, but so full of happiness. I am blessed.

We had a very nice Christmas Day.   My husband and I went to the beach alone to walk it. We got there and it started drizzling and the wind was very high. I took pictures and videos and we left. Yet, just going there with him, alone, without any responsibilities or obligations in mind... it was our gift to each other. It felt magical. A flock of pelicans flew above our heads and kite boarders were out in great fun and loving the extra wind. Just the smell of salt air and a ocean breeze connects me to my happy place.

We had a great turkey dinner and my daughter and her boyfriend joined us. We drove around looking at Christmas lights and it was a pleasurable day for me. We celebrated Jesus' birthday and I love and honored all that was just as it was.

So, today, feels like recovery day. Clean up some, put some things in their proper place, have the cleaners coming and perhaps, my husband and I will go for a ride and do a few errands.

It is nice not to have any obligations and him to let go and just be. The man works very hard; his brain is always going and I think it turned off some yesterday.   It was truly enjoyable to me.

May you recover, let go and just be... Love what is as you create your world exactly how you feel, know and love it to be.

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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'!