Easter has never really been a particularly important holiday to me. The oppressive religious upbringing I had soured the enjoyment of waxy chocolate bunnies. The horrible tights, obnoxious hats and uncomfortable patent shoes I was forced to wear ruined my love of ham. So when friends were shocked I had not made any Easter plans this year, it dawned on me that I didn’t really care. However, it has occurred to me that Spring and Easter are a time of renewal. Growth. Shedding and cleaning out the closets and cobwebs to allow for new development.

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