Be U: All in the Family

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.

Thursday, August 4, 2022

All in the Family

There is a lot of talk and hoopla around traditions and passing down actions/reactions and trauma through our genealogy.

I'm reading where many are desiring to stop it with/through themselves now. This way, we will not let future generations suffer, hurt and follow in our ancestors' previous ways of living and being that ar hurtful.

I even saw a meme where it read "Tradition - Peer pressure from dead people. Unknown".

Life and how we live it is certainly under new eyes, thoughts, awareness and consideration.

I believe this can be a very good thing. I know this can 'stir the pot'. I feel there is a whole lot of 'pots being stirred'.

I believe that so much is coming up so we can choose to look at it, feel it, examine it and either change, keep or replace whatever it is that does come up.

My human brain is not evolved enough to handle it all. My brain is unable and, perhaps, even unwilling to process everything that crosses my path. Our evolution as a whole is just that. Wholly united. We are tied together and aware of so much more than we ever were as a planet; and beyond. As One.

As we enter this wholeness, it is best to, perhaps, go deep within ourselves and our own way of life through the wholeness of who, what and where we are in each moment and every future moment [moment to moment, case by case, experience to experience (in the Now)].

As we uplift, care and love ourselves, we are more able to uplift, care and love each other.

As we build into the essence of our truth, we gather everything that is 'self' and examine it to change, keep or replace what we would like to bring with us into our creation of our future self.

I saw where Matthew McConaughey looks at himself 10 years from now as his hero. He shoots for who he will be 10 years from now and lives his life now to create what a 'hero' is to him. He said he never gets there. Doesn't think he ever will. And what a beautiful gift to himself and his loved ones and our world to look to be the hero in our own journey.

We are the only ones responsible for our reactions to what we know, how we feel and who we are.

Choose You. May you choose You.

I also read where mean people are the ones that are hurting. The saying 'hurt people hurt people' comes up for me just now. I often say when we are happy, we treat people through our happy. So allowing, making, being open to your happy is open to uplifting others. How very cool. !!

May you be open to your happy and share your cool happy self with others.

Oh what a world we would create. I believe. I'm on board. I'm in.

Happy Me. Happy You. Happy Us.

Thank 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'!