Be U: No Words

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, April 10, 2018

No Words

More often that not [lately], I have no words to share. Nothing bubbling up inside of me that wants to come out easily and/or freely.

I am currently in the midst of a thunderstorm raining down outside of my house. It is dark. It is loud. It is constant. It is inviting me into a lull of existence.

I find irritability inside of myself. I find unrest. I feel frustration.

I believe these feelings are coming from not listening to my inner self. Not moving more. Not eating cleaner. Not doing what I want to do.

I want to listen to healthy me. I am listening to unhealthy me instead.

It currently feels easier not to care what I eat. It currently feels easier to lay around. It currently feels easier to not come here to see and share how I am feeling. Face my current truth... oh my... yikes.

I guess I am not coming from pride of myself. I am sitting in the loss of my 'who I wanna be' self.

My get up and go got up and went without me; so it seems...

I just cleaned out half of my closet and got rid of clothes that I loved; clothes that I no longer wear; clothes that are either feel inappropriate for me or are too small for me.

I am no longer 'that' person that can wear those clothes. It is sad. It is also a great opportunity to get into the clothes that do fit me, that do feel appropriate for me; clothes that work for me as I am now.

Without frustration or irritability, there is no need for change. Perhaps, frustration and irritability are precursors to change.

Maybe, just maybe; this is a good thing.

When we are happy doing what we are doing, 'yay' on us. When we are not happy, it is time to do something or some things different. Perhaps, I can look at it as exciting. Perhaps, it does not have to be exhausting (which is the word I am currently hearing playing in my head). I shall replace the word 'exhausting' with the word 'exciting' as often and as much as I can.

Here it comes again...

May we meet ourselves where we are at. Be kind. Be open. Be true. Trust the process of life.

Change and growth are inevitable. They are part of the process of living. It keeps life from being boring. It offers us adventure after adventure.

May you invite adventure into your life through what you feel, what you know and what you desire. Thank your feelings for being a guidance system of what to do and what not to do.

Go gentle. Go easy. Go strong. Go on.

May you "grow yourself complete"; again and again and again...

Just maybe, 'it' is all good. Live 'it'. Whatever the 'it' is that is showing up for 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'!