Be U: Rockin'

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.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Rockin'

I guess that I am rocking somewhere in between knowing much, loving always and feeling pain.

I see that 11/11 is soon upon us. Many relate 11:11 to awakening to one's true path. Many are feeling discombobulated and like there is nowhere to hide. Many are still hiding. Many are open to following the flow of their life.

Wherever you are on your journey, may you be open to all that is true for you. May you keep and embrace what you love about where you are. May you come into the hard truth of what you don't like and breathe into it as to disburse its progress and create anew from where you are now.

It is a challenging time for me as I see so much truth and I feel so many options and possibilities.

I do not know anything for sure or for long term. I am open to seeking to be my best self; my authentic self; my true self in everything that I do, breathe and am.

I am starting to think that this is a constant for me as I allow myself to be pushed, pulled, stretched, used and touched by everyone and everything. It is a very uncomfortable place for me. And, I know nothing else just now.

I love. I am. I walk on as myself. Yes, I know contentment in this. Yes, I know fear in this. Yes, I know challenge in this. Yes, I know peace in this.

Just what if THIS is life for me; that I am supposed to experience all of these things for as long as I'm supposed to.

I accept this as truth for this moment and I walk on from here. I am present in this moment and I embrace this moment. I do not know comfort and yet I am perfectly okay. I am not the me I want to be - full of energy and free. I am the me that I am - limited energy and uncertain.

I do not type sensical. I type truth. I do not speak clearly as I am unclear.

I open my arms and mind and heart to this; the me that I am now. I flow into the life that is present for me.

I believe this is living. This, as it is for us right now in this moment. This is life. Nothing more, nothing less. It is ever changing and so are we. And, to be human is to experience everything that is in front of us as only we can. There is a uniqueness in this. There is a generality in this.

May you live. Carry on from here. Simply, just be u as u are today... Feel who you are and connect to the love that is you and that is for you and from you........

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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'!