Be U: Shattered

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 11, 2019

Shattered

I am learning that it is time to let go of what was to open up to what is and what will be. Ever since 1988, I have been a certified personal trainer through ACE. I have taken all the courses and all the CECs necessary to keep the certification current. It is something that brought me great joy; a great professional job working in my own business; and great fulfillment in serving others.

I hear myself telling myself, that now where I am in my life, that it is no longer necessary to renew/upkeep. It is necessary to let go of. It is my hope that by letting go of this certification and concentrate solely on my life coaching dreams, my life coaching dreams will turn into reality. Letting go of what I once loved will surround me by a deeper source of energy, inspiration and desire to build a renewed and new life in a new capacity. Serving others professionally in this capacity is definitely where I am heading.

Perhaps it is time to let go of - to shatter what was - and to create an opening and a path to what has been calling me to it.

I feel the need to share that there is somewhat of a fear of letting it go because it is what I’ve known for so long and yet with every thing in me, I know it is the right thing for me today. And today is really the only day we can fully and surely reside and live in.

Perhaps, there is a thing or things in your life that are in need of shattering in order to open yourself up and meet yourself where you are now and answer the call(s) that is(are) knocking at your door currently.

It is not always necessary to let things go to gain more. It, perhaps, is necessary to know the best way to be all that you can be and all that you want to be, now, in the present moment of your life and do just that.

May you let 'shatter' what you have been holding on to just out of comfort or recognition. Just maybe it is time to create and live the new you that excitedly awaits inside of you for its turn.

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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'!