In the morning I was vaccinated, taking part in a historic point on the timeline in which I received the gift of science and community side-by-side with my husband, who has promised to be with me for all milestones, which is the best. In the afternoon I rested really hard, as human as a human can get, binge watching Netflix and wondering if I had done enough, if I had accomplished enough to call myself worthy today. I felt alone in this but I am not, which helps. In the evening I was huffing Easter lilies, planting Easter eggs, and reading the Easter story, the Good Friday part, the dark parts in which Jesus reminds me that there is healing and there is life despite all the gore, which is heavy and good indeed. I am grateful that He absorbed the sin and its distance and brought me near so that it didn’t matter if I watched Bridgerton for hours on end or if I partook in history or if I simply read a story— I am worthy and I am here and I am no longer enslaved to fear, which is enough.