Be U: Living

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.

Friday, October 2, 2020

Living

Many of us are living from, through, in and even around a state of shock. Fear presents itself. Uncertainty is present. Questions show up with not many answers maybe now more than ever.

What I do know is that new and very creative ways are being born. Awareness is growing. We are evolving individually and collectively.

We are breathing differently. Wearing masks perhaps give us a keener awareness, knowledge and gratitude for our breath.

It is because of our breath that we are alive and living. It is in our calm breath that we can hear, feel and embrace our truth more clearly. Our truth inside of ourselves. It is in an uncalm and/or sporadic breath that we can feel anxious and/or excited. We may experience heightened alertness of what is going on inside and outside of our self. Awareness of our truth that we accept as 'normal' or 'acceptable' as our every day way of living.

I was once taught to change one thing up. Just one thing if I wanted to explore and participate more in my every day life. Like get up on the opposite side of the bed. Use my non dominant hand to do things that I use my dominant hand for naturally. Dry myself or brush my teeth in a different way or format. Any little thing that you choose to change up has a rippling effect to change, of change.

Right here, right now this is life; your life. This is you living your life. There is nothing more to expect, there is no magic feat that changes the way that human life is lived. We all experience happy, sad, wonderful, not so wonderful, hard, easy, alone, and together moments.

We are supposed to. This is the human way. More your way than a right or wrong way.

Let life be what it is and bring your true human spirit, soul, mind and energy into it.

Do your best to be kind, compassionate, loving, caring, open, truthful, trusting and with and open mind and heart. With yourself and your life and with every one and every situation you encounter; as much and as often as possible.

This is you living your life. So live it. Give yourself permission to live the truest of true in everything that lives through you and in everything you live through.

Namaste. Honor the depth of your own beingness through honoring the same possibility of depth in another. This is where the best of us resides.

Live within the best of - well, everything; as much and as often as possible.

You choose.

May you choose flow, happy, free, true, your wild heart and your soulful existence.

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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'!