Be U: So Many

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.

Monday, December 8, 2014

So Many

I have so many emotions flying, hanging, sorting and traveling all through and around me. With a December 22 settlement date for my once beloved home in Pennsylvania, there are plenty of people touched, accessed, acknowledged and challenged to get this job done.

It is a bitter pill. It is a chill pill. It is (what feels to me) past time and it is a sad ending. It is a blessed ending. It is an ending that I hope will bring forth a whole new beginning for the many that were involved with upkeeping, running, living, experiencing the best; and recently, the worst of 'Shambala'. It surely feels like this house and property has a life of its own.

It will never be what it was for me. I'm forever grateful that I, along with many people I cherish, got to live and experience my home as a resort and a place of great serenity and beauty.

I miss the ease of all it had to offer. I don't miss the work or the expense.

I have created much stress for myself these past two years and allowed what was to challenge and beat me; to challenge and 'grow me forward'.

I have sores on my fingers and tension in my body and exhaustion in my mind. I have hope in my heart, love in my being and a happy 'knowing' in my wholeness.

I'm uncertain exactly where I am as I don't seem to want to pinpoint it. I have feelings of where I'm going -- to work to support others in their own growth. I have no concrete-ness of anything. And, it feels okay.

I have faith and trust in the process of life and the Universe.

So, as I twirl within all that is, I look forward to stopping at a path or two and walking down it/them into a settled, fulfilled self and connected to all that I am and all that surrounds my human life.

I am still getting 'acquainted' with my new doctor. I am still open to creating a new and best solution here.

I am not in what feels like ease just now. I am in what feels very real and life altering and I am okay with it. I am different. I am okay with it.

I love on.

May you love on and through what you feel, know and are just now. You are the warrior of your life and you have everything you need to live everything that you are from the inside out. May you do just this.

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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'!