The trick is to remember perspective, always.
It's Sunday morning here in San Francisco. The sun is out, I am about to make some instant oatmeal and then try for a walk or something, even though I still feel less than healthy. No long train rides down to the dog park at Mission Creek or anything, but just enough to celebrate some sort of resurrection, even though I'm Unitarian.
I don't have to rise again. I'm not expecting to as a 35-year-old woman. But it sure would feel good to break down the rock and walk away to the next stage.
Happy Easter, everyone.