Be U: Balance

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.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Balance

"But I knew one thing for sure: The greater our capacity for sorrow becomes, the greater our capacity for joy." From the book "How to Walk Away" by Katherine Center.

I have experienced and learned that how good I have it and have lived and experience life seems to be how rough I know life can be.

The amount of ease and greatness is the same amount of pain and complications I have felt. I know them both at the same depth. Perhaps, this balances out our very own level on the scale of life and living.

I have had wonderful vacations and adventures that have felt better than my best dream(s) imaginable. I have been in so much pain that I found myself curled up in a ball praying for an answer to not having to live in it.

How great one's life is; it seems to me, is how rough it goes as well... Our lifetime balances out between the good and the rough.

When you are in the good, may you open up to it; enjoy it; be grateful for it and experience every breath of it -- realize it.

When you are in the rough, may you breathe; love yourself through; and bring your truth to it. Open up to your inner knowing and your own faith and belief in yourself that you will find your way; know what to do and get through it.

Through both ends, and everything in the middle, may you do your best to stay within your own peace, love, lessons, trust and truth. Participate in whatever way shows up from inside of yourself; preferably through your own open mind and open heart.

This is life. This is living. There is nothing more. There is nothing less.

Right here; right now, you are living your life. What part(s) of you are you going to bring into it... What part(s) of you work(s) best in your now... What part(s) of you provide(s) you with the best moment and experience possible just now...

These are the parts of you that I wish for you to let rip; to capacitate... Ha.

I believe in you. Now is the time to live the truest of truths from who you are and who you want to be going forward.

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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'!