Be U: Cold, Warm, Hot

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, June 12, 2018

Cold, Warm, Hot

We all have our moments. Moments of joy; moments of frustration; moments of living deeply in the unknown.

When I live from moment to moment and bring my true self into each moment, life seems most grand. I feel most fulfilled.

I went to the hair stylist today telling her I needed some spunk; some sass. What I got was some 'pink' color added to my blonde hair. I'm not 100% comfortable with it and I have been thinking about doing this for some time now.

It does bring forth the child in me. It does bring a reminder of playfulness to me. It does bring a bit of excitement. It does help connect me to my own vibrancy.

Pink hair cannot change moments. Pink hair can change how I perceive and 'play out' moments but only if I open up to it and allow it to be so. One doesn't need pink hair for this.

May you allow the playfulness part of you to come forth and be playful.

All we have are these individual moments and what we choose [and how we perceive] to process them is 100% up to us.

Do what is inside of you to do. Play with what you wish to be playful with. Sing. Dance. Run. Be silly. Bring everything that is sitting inside of you trying to get your attention to the forefront of your life. It is not there just because. Perhaps, it is there because it is calling you - it is your calling for what is possible to come next.

Give yourself freedom to be, live, share, invite, open up to the spunk and sass that is You(rs).

Get on with your sassy self. May you have plenty moments where your spunk is prevalent and you are so dope that you can feel nothing but freeing joy that ignites your flame.

May you get to know the spirit and soulfulness of your own playful side and let it spontaneous combust; so to speak... !

It is okay to be cold, warm and hot. Hot as fire. Warm as a tropical ocean. Cold as a ski slope. It is, perhaps, in these individual 'temperatures' that we can explore our own totality and true nature.

May you let the true nature of you rise.

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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'!