What do you think of when you think of Easter? TBH I thought this morning of an Easter Sunday 11 years ago – the day after my sisters’ wedding – when I woke up with the MOTHER of hangovers…. In the dim recesses of my memory I perceived having crapped on a man (best friend of new father-in-law) for trying to take advantage of a drunk young girl…. turned out it was his daughter. Eek. There were quite a few flashbacks of shameful actions. My head always did that to me with booze. I would creep around, after a massive night, like a pariah. It was excruciating. I fumbled through the Easter egg hunt with the kids and then we were meant to be going on to a big BBQ at the new father-in-laws house… I could not face the shame of my actions and stayed in bed the whole day, missing out on the fun action (we were in South Africa) of plenty of hungover people drinking and eating round a pool in a beautiful house on the coast….. Thank God those days are in the past ….
I have always struggled a little with Easter. I am a practicing Christian (for my sins) heheheheh. But have never been able to get all that excited about it. Even believe it properly… and this year is no real exception.
My thoughts about religious holidays which are hijacked by everyone for boozing and excess are …..well …. I would rather we all (they?) just boozed and excessed in the name of a massive party at the end of the year or a welcoming of spring, instead of attaching it to religious stuff. I cannot really be sending Happy Easter messages around the place. It is just not my style. Same with Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the big family and friend gatherings associated with these times of year but struggle to want to mix in the religious element.
The resurrection however is something we can relate to. Us boozy types who want a better way of being. For me, the best thing about Christianity is this. There is always hope. There is always a way out. You are not going to be in your dark hole forever. That I can relate to and that I can celebrate. I am super surprised that I have still not had a drink after 620 days. I am 100 days off two years. Guys, this is just not like me. I could not stick to a fecking thing.
BUT I HAVE GOT OUT OF MY DARK HOLE! and this is good news. And what is better news, is that you can too.
Here is my contribution to your Easter education. Take it or leave it. And read nothing into it!!!