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Easter is coming up, and most schools and offices are on Easter holiday. Everyone’s excited – to spend time with family, eat good food, and decorate the house with colourful feathers and chocolate eggs.
Growing up, I was showered with love, but these holidays still have a tendency to leave me with this weird feeling-combination of excitement and a sinking feeling in the stomach. Holidays are weirdly associated with that everything should be fun and special. That you’ll be surrounded by happy people who all love each other so, very much. That it will be a beautiful, lifelong memory to look back at.
With this I basically want to say that, its not like this for everyone—in fact, its not like this for most people. With divorced parents. With one parent, or with no parents at all. With family that’s fighting with each other. When you can’t afford a celebration. Or when you’re a single parent who’s kids have grown up and moved out of the house: in the case of my own family—to a different continent. If you’re experiencing either of this, I just want to say that it’ll get better. As you get older (and wiser), you choose what holidays you want to consider holidays vs. just normal days off. It gets easier. And Swedes, lets please get better at including people. Invite people home for the holidays even though they’re not related to you by blood—Indian style.
And lastly, if you’re actually alone this holiday – use it as a time to recharge, hang around naked at home, learn spending time alone without being lonely, eat good food—not the kind you should be eating because its a tradition, but the kind you ACTUALLY love…