Be U: Time

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.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Time

Time is an untouchable thing. We go by time to make appointments; to determine what time we eat (sometimes); to determine many things throughout our day. Yet, in reality, we can change time by 1 hour every fall and every spring and it does not create the end of the world.

So, go about your day. Organize your life thru time. Be who and what you want to be. Do what you feel like doing - all on the outside of man-made time.

Follow your internal clock as often as possible.

If you are tired, rest. If you are sleepy, sleep. If you are hungry, eat.   If you want to call a friend, call a friend.   Put yourself out there away from time and let YOU live through your own time format as often and as much as possible.

Wouldn't it be cool to just be and gather and complete and be together when it felt best to do so. Give yourself permission of this freedom from time to time.

Yes, time keeps us on track. Yes, time keeps us in sync.  Time can help keep us organized.

It is man made; a human thing.   We like it (sometimes). We like how it helps us. We also can, perhaps, depend on it too much and allow it to add stress.

Just be aware, please, that you are in charge of your time and how you use it. If you feel like you don't have enough time, are you trying to or thinking that you need to do more than you already do.   If you feel like you have too much time, are you doing things that you want to do and filling yourself up with your own breath and creative projects...

Are you putting your importance on time or lack thereof...

Are you allowing ease into your life...

Are you knowing that you are important just because you are... You are alive.

Time is what we make it.

May you fill it with your breath, your truth, your love and follow through from what is inside of you out; through gentleness, ease, productivity, and love.

Sometimes the most productive thing we can do with our time is nothing; is to just be.

May you sometimes be the 'most productive' you can be and allow yourself to just be...

Sometimes in silence, we hear the most.

Know thyself. Love thyself. Be thyself. Share thyself.

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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'!