Be U: As I Sit

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 18, 2014

As I Sit

As I sit here contemplating life; thinking about when I feel good the world looks good. When I feel off the world looks off...

It is no wonder that loving ourselves from the inside out is probably the most important thing we can do for our world.

If we all were happy within ourselves, life would be a more upbeat thing. As many are hurt and bewildered, life can be hard and challenging.

Yes, even when we are happy, life can still be challenging. However, we just may be stronger to take on these challenges, let them go or know exactly how to process them better.

Just what if our challenges were for our growth and when we accept them as such, growth happens easier and faster.

I'm hurting this morning physically, which in turn is turning my emotions to less than fun. Hearing my new rheumatologist say that people with scleroderma do not need pain medicine hurt. I have scleroderma and I am in pain. The weather is fluctuating from 80 during the day to 60 deg F and lower at night. I feel this. I don't know why but I do.

My body swells up, my hands become more stiff and purple and I become sad. Life doesn't seem as beautiful.

It is my truth and I will walk through it open to the beauty because I do believe there is beauty here always.

I know I will ask my new rheumatologist how many scleroderma patients he has and I know he will say none. I know this because he just got out of school and why they are being trained in scleroderma (it was not a common medical word or training 30 years ago), he has told me he has only seen it in training.

I fight with taking medicine and not taking narcotics. I know they help my ability to do more. What if it is better for me not to do more. It's very confusing and I walk through the confusion as I don't know what else to do.

I live me as I am now until I evolve as future me.

May you live you as you are now and look for the beauty as you evolve into the future you.

Now is all we have. It is enough. You are perfect just as you are.

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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'!