Be U: Enough

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, May 21, 2016

Enough

I am not going to make it to the 'Feminine Empowerment' class today. The one that was going to be the beginning of me living me out loud in the world. The one that was going to be the beginning of me opening up to allow 'more' into my life.

I am not going. I hear myself saying reasons like 'I will wait until my husband is traveling and not here.' 'I will start on Monday, the beginning of the week.' 'I did not get my medicine as promised yesterday, they tell me tomorrow - it will be better when I have it.' 'I'm scared.'   'I'm not ready.' 'I don't feel strong enough.'

I am sure I could continue on. The bottom line is I am not going.

I could surely be here putting an 'L' shape on my forehead with my hands.   It may not look exactly like an 'L' (with my hands), but I know what it would mean... 'loser'. It is how a big part of me feels.

I'm asking myself why push to do something if I don't feel like it. Yet, do I not feel like it because I haven't been doing much or do I not feel like it because it isn't the right thing for me to do now...

Maybe the why doesn't matter. Maybe me not going doesn't really matter. Maybe as I am feeling content in where I am, it certainly doesn't matter. AND, in truth, I am not feeling content. I want to want to. Hmm. Interesting.

I want to want to go, do things; be things; share things. I am not 'there' yet.   I believe just the awareness of this and being kind to myself about it may be the best way for me to walk forward and through. There are classes all the time. I pray that I will want to go to one very soon.

I know as I go, it will be awesome. This, I do know. It always is.

Until then, I will learn to be with just my husband and I again. I will be with my dogs; my cat. I will be happy with the comfort that I have created for myself. I will type, write, post and blog. I will share me the easiest, most able way I know how just now.

May this be enough.

May you find that whatever you are doing; wherever you find yourself, that, just maybe, you can allow it to be enough for now. Perhaps, this, here, right now, is exactly where and what you are supposed to be doing. May you find the peace and fulfillment in this.

Trust the process of life and trust yourself that you will do and be exactly how it is best for you today. Whoop Whoop

Within the vastness of you, beauty and love lie. May you tap in and live it out.

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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'!