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I had the pleasure of spending Easter Sunday in Kyiv on my last day in Europe. This was an unexpected surprise as I had celebrated Easter back in March and had forgotten Easter was a different day in Ukraine. For those who don't know, countries that follow the Eastern Orthodox Church still follow the old Julian calendar, at least when it comes to religious holidays. This moves religious holidays later into the year, such as Ukrainian Christmas which is January 7th.
This year Easter Sunday also happened to be on May Day, which is an annual celebration of spring and for honoring workers. Think of it like Labor Day but with pink ribbons, booming music, dancing, carousels and, this time, with giant hand-painted Easter eggs.
Being as it was both a national holiday and religious holiday, I gave up on my idea of visiting some of the museums and instead headed towards the churches and religion monuments. Everywhere I went there were crowds, but the whole city had a buzzing, celebratory atmosphere to it, so I didn't mind it that much.
Progress is often considered a good thing. Progression is good for personal growth, for relationships and for society. Even the smallest bit of progress – another two minutes at the gym or a few hundred words on an essay – is better than no progress at all.
A few years ago, my girlfriend and I travelled to Milestone, Saskatchewan, a small town about an hour south of Regina. Out of all the buildings in Milestone, the largest is the historic Milestone Homestead, which is a former hotel that now operates as a bar. That year the community had come together and transformed the upper levels of the hotel into a spooky haunted house. Although it was a volunteer community project, it was fairly well done – at least from what I saw. Most of my time in the house was spent cowering behind Jessica with my eyes closed as she led the way. But, after we got out, and Jessica told me it was safe to open my eyes, I admitted it wasn't that scary at all.
Then I asked if we could go home and never do it again.