Lately I have been struggling with my eating disorder. For well over half of my life, I have been bulimic. Bulimia is a horrible mind disease, because it says, “One more. Do that again.” It says, “You already ate a chocolate chip cookie after you promised yourself not to. You might as well finish the entire batch and then start in on the ice cream. You can deal with this problem later.”
This year, one of my major happiness goals is to make a big deal out of celebrating Easter.
I got to thinking after a talk at my moms group last year: why is Christmas such a huge deal, but Easter is a second-rate holiday? I don’t know about you, but at least at our house, Easter was often an afterthought. I would hurry to pull out Easter baskets the night before Easter and run to the convenience store to buy whatever candy they had left over so that there would be something for my kids to discover on Easter morning. My husband would hide plastic Easter eggs in the yard during breakfast. And that was it. Easter accomplished.
But Easter isn’t really about eggs, is it?
New year, new beginning.
I am a person who gets completely inspired by planning ahead, but I tend to get overwhelmed by the reality of actually executing all my goals. I make resolutions and break them. I agree to things I regret when the time comes to follow through. Sometimes I give myself a goal in the middle of the week, only to forget by the time Sunday rolls around.
“The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. I have come that [you] might have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10
Sometimes, a thief comes to steal my joy. But he does it reeeeal sneaky-like. It sounds a little bit like this:
“You’re on vacation! Live your life on vacation ‘to the full’! Maybe instead of dessert, you could enjoy another glass of wine.”