It turns out that it’s actually really difficult to put the experience of converting to Judaism–the beit din, the mikvah, the brief ceremony–into words.
I wish I could tell you that it was a warm, meaningful, holy, and blissful experience the day I officially became a Jew. It’s hard to describe what it was like in reality, but…well…it was pretty weird.
Don’t get me wrong, I am completely thrilled to be a member of the Jewish people and happy that the conversion happened. I love Judaism! But, when I look back on the day’s events and try to reflect on it as a story in my life–which I aim to share with others–I sort of cringe uncomfortably. I know! What can I say? I’m sorry, but it’s true. The conversion itself was a rather anticlimactic ending to a year-long (well, maybe lifelong) pursuit of a Jewish identity.