Be U: See

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, January 14, 2022

See

Each one of us can only 'see' from and through our own life experiences. I can only see through who I am and what I have known and experienced. You can only see through who You are and what you have known and experienced. What we all tell ourselves is pretty much where our own reactions come from.

Oh, we can learn so much open to seeing through each other's eyes, heart, wisdom and experiences.

And, as we open to seeing things differently, we can learn new ways of being.

It is especially helpful for this awareness when what we are seeing is hurtful to anyone involved.

For example, when I felt hurt because I told myself I was not being seen, heard or cared about And I shared this with the person that 'was doing it to me'.. through conversation we opened up to understanding, openness and even new ways of doing things to support each other.

Most of us love and do want to support one another. It is often unknowingly that some of our actions can be hurtful to another. To discuss this openly and wanting to be helpful and to show we care, when we discuss what each is experiencing, we can do different.

I could do one same thing to five people, each person will respond differently in some way.

Five people could act in the same way as each other and if it is something that I believe in and do not like, it is me responding negatively. I am the common denominator. If I didn't care and/or definitely not feel and believe what is being shown/told me, I either wouldn't react negatively or have no reaction at all. It just doesn't affect me because it isn't true for me.

If it bothered me that I had a pimple on my nose and someone brought it up, I just may dislike it more and immediately think the person 'mean'. If it didn't bother me because I knew it would go away and I still allowed myself to feel good about myself regardless, their bringing it up would not affect me and, certainly, I would not respond negatively. It would be no big deal.

People don't make me feel a certain way without my permission.

Perhaps, people don't make you feel a certain way without your permission.

May you be open to what affects you negatively and see the possible truth in you that makes it so.

May you realize your reaction you have control over. Your response is totally yours. What someone else says does not make you feel what you feel. You do; for the most part.

Perhaps, play with this idea and see how it feels on You. How are you reacting now. Can you breathe and watch your response and where in your body and/or beliefs is the reaction coming from...

Sending so much love to love yourself through. To respond in a way that feels loving and most enjoyable/empowering to You. I believe in You. You are this powerful.

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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'!