Be U: Rejoice

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, December 23, 2022

Rejoice

Perhaps, to enjoy what one is doing is one of the greatest successes we can achieve.

We are here to rejoice from within ourselves out.

Honor what you are feeling. Honor your own needs. Honor your life by letting the truth of who you are and what you feel meet life as it shows itself to You.

Let life flow through You.

Your life. Your way. Your beingness.

Sometimes we feel happy and elated. We sometimes make this a goal, maybe the most important goal, because it feels so good.

What if we decide to have the goal of being everything that we are.

What we feel.

What we experience.

What we wish for.

What we know with an option and openness that maybe there is more and/or different.

What we are. What we want to be.

How we treat others. How we can be of service to others.

Being honest to ourselves and bring this honesty into and through every breath.

Fill ourselves up with love and let this love spill out and over everything we do and are; everything we experience and share.

Even if we are not enjoying or liking what is - if it feels real and honest to us, honor it.

Live in our truth of life out loud. What is, whether we ignore it, bury it, numb it from our being, it still is so.

Honor it by living and participating with it.

What if this is what we choose to rejoice in and support others to do the same…

We could then be rejoicing in every breath we take because we are being true and honoring ourselves, our Creator, what is and each other.

Rejoice means to “take delight; gladden” in the dictionary.

May you rejoice in living in the truth of the existence of what is. Invite adapting into living this way.

Just maybe, this will change existing and living like never before.

A rejoiced world of peace, harmony, truth and trust awaits.

May you get rejoicing. This is the power of Just Being You.

“Just 9Be U, llp. Grow Yourself Complete.” Live in the completeness of each experience by participating and allowing your reaction, sparked by your way and desire; your love and compassion; your openness and care to stand down/up/in/out from the truth with trust in every breath you take.

Empowering Yourself empowers others. Empowering each other empowers our world. Empowering the world is a vibe of highest assurance. When we live in our highest honor and truest declaration, this is rejoicing in life and living.

May You Rejoice.

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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'!