Be U: Trust

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.

Sunday, January 24, 2021

Trust

Trust is a five letter word. Without the "T" it would be rust. It rhymes with bust, just, dust and must.

We must trust to be most courageous. When we do not trust, many things are a bust. It is just to trust. We may get dust on our trust. We can always clean it and start fresh, anew and let our lust for trust create and adjust new paths, openings, courage, ideas, dreams and profound moments in our lives.

I have no idea why I'm writing all silly, but I am. So, I shall just go with it and hope that this post finds its place and finds a good fit.

I realized that trust is an iffy thing. If this happens. If this doesn't happen. How I am feeling. What I am thinking. How much do I understand. How well do I know. Can I just blindly trust that everything will fall into place and having trust can be my ace... (ha, sorry - lol)

I find that when we trust ourselves that whatever happens, however things 'play out', wherever we find our self, whatever outcome shows up, whether I was safe in trusting or not, when I trust myself to handle anything and everything that comes my way, I am more free to trust life, people, and situations in general.

Trusting one's self is the ultimate 'hall pass' to trusting everything and every one else.

Whether my trust is not honored or respected.. Whether what I trusted worked out in a positive way, trusting myself to respond accordingly in the way that I best know how will create the best path possible for me in each situation, relationship, hope and dream.

Maybe it is not so much about trusting others but trusting ourselves to not let ourselves down, to see 'it' through and to know what to do when there is something to be done.

May you give the gift of trusting yourself and see what it frees in you and see what it sets in motion and let your courage create what you so want to create.

Go. For. It.

Do You. You choose who You are and who You want to be. Do You.

Trust yourself to always be vulnerable enough to do You and embrace the journey that this creates because You always have your back. And, just maybe, you will learn for sure that many, many other people, situations and life itself is on Your side and wants the best for You and wants for You what You want for You.

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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'!