I don't know why I didn't realize it before, but for the first time, I have no where to go for Easter and no one to spend it with. Up until now, I've always had either my family or Fab's family to spend it with. And Easter, along with Christmas, are the two holidays of the year where it's important for me to be around family. So I was feeling kind of bummed picturing my family gathered at my Grandma's house. Eating the piles of peeps she always buys. And then Fab's family all at the farm around the dining room table. The kids looking for Easter eggs in the garden. The MIL giving out her traditional Easter baskets filled with lottery tickets. They were my family too for seven years and I still miss them (okay, so maybe I don't miss the crazy MIL).

It's my fault though - I've been traveling so much I didn't even realize Easter was this weekend until a client mentioned it after I said I'd call him on Monday. If I had, I would've tried to make plans to go somewhere, so I wouldn't end up spending the day alone. But I didn't realize it until it was too late, and so there I was- practically the only person left in Paris. I found myself at the gym, watching Desperate Housewives while working out on an elliptical trainer. It was one of the episodes where Bree was at AA, and they read this:

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the diference.

Even though it's the AA poem, these lines have always spoken to me, and I found a lot of comfort in them after my dad died and after Fab and I broke up. I've always believed that there's no use wallowing in the past when it can't be changed, but lately I haven't been following my own mantra. My trip back to Bretagne stirred up a lot of memories, both good and bad, and ever since I've been sort of floundering. Feeling aimless. But hearing that poem again, combined with the advice of a dear friend, was the wake-up call I needed. Time to listen to Lorie and get back to ze positive attitude!

And so I decided to make plans for the weekend. Including going to the Easter service at Notre Dame today. Now, I'm not a huge church-y person, but it is Easter and I know my family will be happy I attended a church service, even if it was a Catholic one. Plus, it's beautiful day and I live within walking distance of the church - how many people can say that? It's yet another reminder that I really have nothing to complain about.

It's time to get back to feeling positive again!