First off, apologies for missing last month…many reasons, all excuses, I apologize for not  meeting my commitments – I love contributing to this blog.  A risk completed already!!

But wait, there’s more.  As I’ve been waiting for my topic this month to come to me – the whispers continue to point me to celebration.  A topic I’ve written on before and one that continues to be a no-brainer, and yet, I resist.  

I’ll  do it this weekend, I’ve got a meeting right now….right after this song….Funny, I can’t seem to ‘recapture’ the feeling….You don’t know how to celebrate….these aren’t THAT important….

And then it never happens.  I can easily and endlessly process my challenges.  I continue to step over my achievements.

Not today.   As luck would have it, there have been so many achievements over the past few weeks – too many to mention.  So, right now (no excuses) I will start by celebrating my teachers and guides….I know I create it all, I’m so grateful I’ve created this!

• My husband, who holds my light and dark shadow so effortlessly and provides me with endless opportunities to learn and grow. 
• My coach, who lovingly points out my light and dark shadow, offers boundless encouragement.
• My job, which provides me with daily practice on showing up powerfully, putting down blame, picking up caring and owning my emotions.
• My car – for breaking down on a day when I really needed a car and providing me with another glimpse into how I can powerfully handle my challenges
• Lucid Living – for teaching me to receive and for allowing me the opportuntity to give back
• My friends – who listen, point me in a powerful direction and make me laugh
• Santa Barbara – sigh, smile, exhale
• Lady Gaga

Whew….and that’s just a smattering… I feel the rising tide of gratitude, joy, and I know I am at my limit at just those few. 

So, stretched and vulnerable, I am ready and capable of continuing the celebration on my own…on the porch, on a warm Sunday morning,  with my coffee and my sister’s dogs.

Hey, this is kind of nice!

Veronica Samoulides is a recovering victim, blamer and self-pitying specialist. She’s bravely (usually) accepting her spirituality, her power and embracing her confusion. She lives in San Francisco with her equally confused husband, Greg.
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