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My journal about my conversion to Judaism. |
| One holiday of peace is all I have gotten so far. Purim was happy, yes. How can it not be with horns, whistles, noise makers, and Rabbis in costumes? I handed out a few extra gifts this year, not because I had the money, because I didn't, but because I needed to see happy, smiling faces of amazing people that I have grown to love. I dressed up in a beautiful dress with a giant crown (to take away the focus from the bags under my eyes), heard the Megillah read twice (book of Esther), handed out bags of gifts, received even more than I handed out, went to a festive dinner, sang, and saw the cutest kids all dressed up and having fun. It really is a wonderful holiday. This year happiness wasn't as easy to hold onto. I did all I could to be around people from my community, because I knew that being around them would make me happy. How can it not? When life feels like too much, my Jewish community is the perfect place to be to find goodness, kindness, hope, and joy. My first Purim as a Jew may not have been my best one yet, but I still get to thank Hashem every day for this wonderful gift and this wonderful time in my life. I am still very blessed. |