Be U: Weather or Whether

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, February 28, 2014

Weather or Whether

I wake up this morning to a much cooler morning. I wonder if this is what had me aching yesterday. There has been an abrupt change in weather and it is cooler and rain is threatening.

I like the rain. The coolness I have not learned, yet, how to embrace it quite as easily. I feel weary and tired of feeling weary and tired when the weather affects me so.

I must believe that this is my 'ride'. I must believe that where I am is where I'm supposed to be. I believe that acceptance of these beliefs will allow the most inner peace possible.

I had been resisting who I am for most of my life. I had created a persona to take out in the world with me. I became brilliant at ignoring my inner voice and living outside of my own inner feelings and voices. I learned to disregard my innate knowing and create whatever I wanted to fit in well and easily with every situation and moment. Perhaps, unconsciously, I had become what I thought the situation called for me to become.

I now know this was always the elephant that I carried with me and resisted life instead breathing in life.   When I exercise or was at the beach are/were my happiest of days. This is what connected me to me.

I do remember, however, walking/jogging the beach many times in my youth and looking at the horizon thinking and believing that the emptiness and answers I was searching for was 'out there'.   At that time, I had no conscious inclination that everything I need for fulfillment of self is within me. It needs to be connected 'out there'. However, if I do not hear, listen, respond, live and share what is within me, I cannot truly connect myself to anything or anyone.

I first have to be connected to me. Own me.   Love me.   This is where and what inner peace is to me.

The time has come to live you fully. The time has come to connect to your own inner voice, feelings, beliefs, dreams, desires, and idiosyncrasies and live your life through these - through you.

I believe I know my truth. I believe we all do.   For me, it's being brave enough to unlearn not to be me after learning otherwise and to learn to be me. Just be me.

May you unlearn not to be you after, perhaps, learning otherwise; and learn to be you. Just be you.

Photo from Iyanla VanZant, Facebook

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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'!