Be U: Sunchaser

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, July 27, 2020

Sunchaser

There are many things some of us have 'chased' in our lifetime.

I have chased the sun, the beaches, goals of fitness, better health, family, comfort, peace, living, life, friendship, connection, growth, love, and probably other things as well. I am sure I 'chased' a few drinks down with a chaser in my early years as well.

To chase is not a bad thing, perhaps it isn't a good thing either. It just is.

When the chase is fun, fulfilling and joyful - keep chasing or to better say it, keep going for it.

When the chase is tiresome, frustrating and/or discouraging, perhaps, it is time to stop, take a break or do it differently.

What if we all believed that what was meant for us will happen and come to us no matter what. What is not meant for us, will never ever, ever happen no matter what.

What if just being and living in our truth and meeting our lives and ourselves where we are at is the best 'game to play'...

What if our energy could be love and as we let love lead us, life, and an awesome life at that, just happens because we are living from the truth and the love of who we are. We share this truth and love. We aspire to inspire what we dream about by following the instinctual process that lies deep within us. When we bring these instincts to the surface and listen and follow them, 'joy' just happens.

Joy, perhaps, is living our true selves from the most compassionate, loving connections that we can create from deep within to the far reaches of what is 'out there'.

May you open up, connect, be and follow your fullest truth(s) with love, aspiration, inspiration, creation, donation and, yes, domination. Not in the sense that we crazily chase what we want down. But, in the sense that we allow what we want to happen because we believe in the believability and the ability of it being able to be so. Follow this 'sense' through all of our own senses with the most vibrant, vital and encouraging self we are able to tap into. Let divine drive put us in our best place possible to do what best uplifts everything and anything that is meant for us to be so; as much and as often as possible.

To be yourself fully, truthfully, vulnerably, lovingly and openly is to open up to what is and let what is meant for us to come forth in the best possible way.

May you live in this moment wholly and watch the magic of You be supported into the best of what is possible; for you, for one another.

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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'!