Who knows what the real story is? Three things I know for sure: Chocolate is delicious. Bunnies are cute and furry. Eggs are a symbol of birth and new beginnings.
So this Easter I will be searching for and eating Easter eggs with my kids, cuddling a bunny if one should cross my path, and ...
All I feel is love and gratitude, if I put my ego aside, that occasionally wants to complain and rather point out all the things that sucked -- which is okay and normal too, just don’t let it run the show. Don’t be afraid of doing epic shit. Don’t be afraid of looking silly.