Be U: Uh Oh

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, September 23, 2017

Uh Oh

I find it difficult to make a phone call this morning. A phone call to just order food delivery.

I feel myself shaking, resisting, nervous and anxious. I am very uncomfortable.

My hands are purple.

I gently force myself to breathe. I notice numbness sensation in my face and my fingers. Tingly sensations in my arms and my toes. The tip of my nose feels swollen. My eyes see differently as my cheeks and forehead seem swollen.

Where does this uncomfortableness come from... Why does this fear show up... Why do I notice such things... Who am I with this... Who am I without this...

I am still love. I am always me. I gratefully breathe open and through.

"I open myself to life flowing through me and for me."

I breathe. I let my shoulders relax. I put my feet flat on the floor. I feel the chair underneath me supporting me. I am.

Sometimes there is such a war within myself. Knowing and being in discomfort. Knowing and being in love. Knowing and just being...

We all have things in our lives, that perhaps, we would change... But would we.. What challenge would we choose if we truly are supposed to be challenged in this human form; if we do need to experience challenge(s).

There is not a different challenge that I know of that I would choose. I know I can work in, through and beyond the challenge of 'scleroderma'. I have been doing it for 40 plus years.

What if we don't have to be challenged in this human form. What if, as these things come up for us, we accept them, feel them, acknowledge them and walk forward through them...

Is this choosing acceptance in what is... allowing what we feel and loving through with [what may be the strongest thing we can create] gentle strength.

I am not in the throes of fun. I am not in the throes of ease. I am in the throes of what my life is showing up as in this moment.

So, I made the call and food is on the way... Whoop...!

Whatever 'battle' shows up for you today - if one does -

May you bring your true and loving self into it with gentle strength. May you be your own best friend.

I believe in the process of life. We are all survivors and we all thrive. We all achieve. We all fail. We all breathe. May we all just be who and what we are; from the most loving place available to us in each moment and situation.

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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'!