Be U: Good Friends Last Forever

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, July 31, 2015

Good Friends Last Forever

My good friend, that I have known since ninth grade, is coming to visit me for a week! I am so happy, excited and grateful.

She is bringing her two teenage boys and her daughter in her early 20's and the daughter's boyfriend.

We will have a wide range of ages and this will be the first time that they have come to my home here; since I only have been at this house for one year.

It is smaller than what I am used to when having guests (and what they are used to when being with me); yet, last year, when I was in the apartment this same dear woman came with her daughter and her girlfriend and we found a way to make it work and have a blast. I'm believing that it will be just as easy and wonderful this year. And, last year, my daughter was home too.

This is rainy season in southern Florida. This makes it a bit more interesting.

So, I'm planning a few back-up meals; recording a few movies; writing a list in my head about possibilities of things to do.  I am very excited.   If I were to be completely true, there is a part of me nervous about my energy or lack thereof. My goal is for them to have a fabulous, relaxing, energizing and loving time.

People need people. I need people. I love the camaraderie and the discussions; the laughter and spontaneity.

It is my goal to do way less with the computer, social sites and even this blog -- although, me posting on this blog has seemed to slow down vastly since I started posting on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and my webpage.    I'm doing my best to keep up with the times. It is my goal to reach out and support others' journeys while discovering and living my complete self.

My goal is to embrace this visit. To just be love. To just be true. To just be open.

This, I believe, is what brings my greatest ease and it even allows/empowers others to do the same. And, better yet, to live their life from what comes within themselves and what shows up and confronts them head on.

People need people.  I need people. I am so grateful for you, the reader; the visitor. Thank you. You help me to make myself feel like I matter. I sure hope I do the same for you.

May you enjoy the people in your life and may you embrace what is true for you; within and without.

Namaste' (I honor you from the depth of myself into the depth of who 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'!