Be U: Waiting for the Storm or Dancing

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.

Monday, September 2, 2019

Waiting for the Storm or Dancing

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It is about learning to dance in the rain." unknown

Well, today for me and my neighbors in South Florida, we have been waiting on the storm to see what Hurricane Dorian decided to do. The answer, thus far for us, has been nothing. It is my understanding that it is all over the Bahamas and staying there; not moving at all. Hurting and damaging the beautiful islands. I pray and send out love to all those that are in the storm.

I have had a dark weather day of hanging, eating, watching TV, being with loved ones and playing with the animals. I have felt such gratitude knowing that for today, no hurricane speed winds touched land here. The awesomeness and power of Mother Nature was felt and it was wind and active water swells. The sky was completely gray and sullen. The air was full of eeriness. It was a one of a kind day. It was nice to be in a sort of limbo space opening myself up to what is, what will be; acceptance; different and easy.

Threat of a storm imposing shut downs, stillness, awareness, mindfulness, and watching what is in front of me and around me.

It was a gift.

Anything could still happen. I am praying that the storm moves north out to sea dissolving itself of harm and further injury.

It has been a good five days that there has been non-stop news on this storm and the possibilities and the harm and the 'worst ever' scenarios and the necessary recommended preparations and attention requested.

I am feeling blessed and proud of myself for believing and trusting that in each moment leading up to this moment now that I loved; I have remained aware; and I have stayed true to me and stayed peaceful (in pretty good doses) in the chaos. It was like I have been dancing in the unknown knowing mostly love, peace, trust and togetherness. That is what I am here on this planet to create, experience, be, share, know, desire, learn and become.

May you connect to what feels best in/on you and may you 'dance' your way into why, who and what you want to be and experience and your innate reason(s) for being.

YOU MATTER. BE KIND TO YOURSELF. LET YOURSELF LIVE THE BEST THROUGH YOU AND THE BEST OF YOU THROUGH.

Boom. Bam. Bing. Bada Bing. It is like the part of you that is the Big Kahuna surfing the biggest waves that come your way knowing that no matter what, you are okay, you will be okay and even when you don't feel okay, you can choose to open up to the peace, trust, and love that is you(rs).

I wish you the you that you want to be; know that you are and feel best being.

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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'!