Be U: Moving

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.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Moving

I am in the new house. It is mucho grande work. Boxes everywhere. This physical transition is constant as I want to feel settled and comfortable as soon as possible. I find myself completely off auto pilot and not deeply connected to anything. Unfortunately, not even myself as I choose to ignore my needs somewhat to 'get the job done'.

I feel I have been productive and I enjoy this feeling. I have a long way to go and I've come a long way. Right here is where I'm at.

My mind won't settle on one thing as I guess I don't want it to. I want to stay flexible to get the work done as it comes up and the needs arise or my attention is called into this moment and then the next.

I think I may go on strike of being human as I find being a soul is so much easier!

The ego of my humanness wants everything in its place and to look pretty; and finds it somewhat hard to let go of stuff that has made me happy in the past. My soul wants everything to look pretty and to stay focused on what matters most. My soul knows the unimportance of much of this 'stuff'. Life with self; Not life with stuff is what propels us to connect to who we are and each other.

And, it's nice to sit in comfort and look at pretty things.

So, as I'm in the middle of so very much not working, out of place and just scattered boxes ready to be unpacked -- sometimes, I just sit and look at it all! lol

And, other times, I tackle the work and complete it and move on. What a hoot. What a ride.

I am having low lows and high highs. Relocating and its process is known to be one of the highest stressed times in our lives.

We breathe, we move, we pack, we unpack, we pick up and we set down things. We live. We connect and we disconnect.

May you live and (as best you can) only hold on to what brings you the most ease, happiness and connection to self and others as and who you are today. It is somewhat a struggle for me to let go of what I once so enjoyed but no longer need for my life now and going forward...But, letting go I am... mostly. Ha!

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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'!