Confession: I used to hate weekends during my freshman year. During the week I was too busy to feel homesick but when the weekend hit, I had “time” to feel all the emotions. Today? I love weekends. I do prefer having a few things on my calendar to keep me busy (mentally and physically) but, in general, I love my free time. Yet I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading Easter weekend. I haven’t dreaded a weekend in a while so it was an unfamiliar feeling.
This was the first Easter I didn’t spend with family. In a way it sounds like a big deal, but really, it doesn’t compare to missing Christmas. I joked with my mom that the most important day in our religion is not the most popular holiday by any means. Just goes to show how commercialized holidays have become…
Regardless, I treated this Sunday for the special day it is. I put my own spin on family traditions. I went to sunrise service, took a long walk, made a nice dinner, spent time by the pool and FaceTimed with my family. I still insisted that my mom send me an Easter basket, but I don’t think I’m going to grow out of that anytime soon.
Actually, I think it was about time I spent a holiday alone. Easter is not Christmas, Thanksgiving or my birthday. If this was freshman year I would have thrown a fit for not being home. Two years later I’ve grown up enough to put things into perspective. I know there will be other holidays and I took this weekend as an opportunity to relish in how far I’ve come. As my mom put it, I’m learning to find joy in the little things. Those jars of Wild Friends didn’t hurt ;)
This weekend was special. It was simple. It was marvelous in its own way.