When no words seem to be the right ones….
Time is going too fast for me. I keep putting off topics about which I’d like to write because I don’t feel that I know how to best say the things I want to say. However, this particular swirl of perfectionism serves no one, and I hereby declare myself OVER IT.
I completed my conversion to Judaism on Tuesday. Nearly a week ago, now. It feels at once both immense and insignificant, and truly that is how it is. Nothing is the same and yet nothing has changed! What I have now, that I didn’t have a week ago, was a line in the sand of my life that divides now from everything that came before. And yet the rituals of conversion were meaningless in the face of changes I undertook and to which I fully committed many months ago.
And so I’ve not avoided talking about it, but I’ve hesitated to approach it as if the topic were the center of the known universe. I feel joyful, I feel peaceful, and I feel completed in the intangible and indescribable way of water. Life continues.
Sami, however, would like it to be known that she is not a Jew. She became juice. Blue juice, to be exact. To each her own.
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Mazel tov! Having just gotten an Official Certificate myself, I know what you mean… the journey is the important part.
I am so impressed by your daughter’s brash experimentalism in her religious exploration!
But really, congratulations! That is how so many things are…the really big things in life are more about small changes over time, like the erosion of a cliff, not about the things we use to mark them.
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Mazel Tov on the conversion, sweetie! And don’t worry about Sami — I think I made the same assertion at her age
She’s wonderfully expressing the natural jewish dexterity with puns 
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Well, juice is REALLY good.
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