It’s Easter again. I do not feel ready. I am not ready. I did not give up anything for lent. If I live through tomorrow, I have met my goals: survive the first quarter of 2018 and not pay any IRS penalties for underpayment on last year’s return. Why do I spend eleven months preparing for Christmas but Easter, which should be the biggest holiday of my year, gets mashed in between second quarter report cards, spring break, and taxes?
I was at a planning meeting for the memorial service of a friend. I was emotionally exhausted, trying to stick to business so as to avoid crying yet again and at the same time, wanting to give my all to make the memorial a lovely event. The minister is talking about the service and gives us the short, short version of his message of hope.
That is what I need right now.