Be U: Being Human

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, March 17, 2017

Being Human

It seems that my body has gone back into ultra-pain mode. It screams, cramps up, hurts and hollers. I find myself uncomfortable and wishing that I did not have to feel so much.

I'm doing my best to use all that I have learned: breathing, relaxation, meditation, different therapy modalities, love, allowance, etc., and the pain is winning just now.

The discomfort in my own self is winning.

I do know that there are things happening around me that I do not wish so. There are answers I am getting that I do not like. There are feelings coming up that I do not enjoy.

Hence, 'dis-ease'...

This being human and accepting all the human traits and trials is not an easy path always. Lately, for me, the path has not been my desires and it is trying, uncomfortable, frustrating and sometimes feels horrible.

I know this is only part of life. I know there are many things I am grateful for. I know that things could be way worse.

Yet, in this moment, I do not know happiness. I know it is okay. I know it will change. I still don't like it much.

So, I breathe; I trust the process; I trust myself as best I can. It is not getting me where I feel best just now and it has to be okay.

I will do what I can to know and fulfill my desires.

My hands are what tell me that I am off my best path. The stiffness, the soreness, the inability to use them - this is all true for me. Just now.

I've known dis-ease for a long time. I've known such great happiness that I thought it would always be so. I've known some great challenges that I have gotten through

We are all survivors through it all. Our success rate, thus far, is 100%. This is pretty good odds.

May we keep going forward from deep within to the external life that we are here to live.

May this be the time to grow more, learn more, be and to love regardless what is going on in, around and through our selves.

Let our love lead. Let our truth be. This is the path that I believe is best for me.

I'm asking for help, guidance, knowledge, know-how to live this path of my life from a place of love, trust, allowance, acceptance and wholeness.

May you live your life; your path, from a place of your own inner knowing, heart, instinct, and power.

It is enough. You are enough. I am enough. We are enough. Enough already. Live true.

May you create your future thru the steps that are unique to 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'!