I have never been religious by any means. Not even close. I have always felt Jewish though and connected with other Jewish people, but could never really pinpoint what I was feeling. I was Bat Mitzvahed and have celebrated the major Jewish holidays every year since I was born. But it never mattered much to me because I was born Jewish and knew that I didn’t have to work at it to continue being Jewish. I would fight my parents about going to temple and when I’d lose the battle (unless I had a test or something school-related the next day) I would sit there and zone out, or nap on my dad’s shoulder, or throw some degree of a fit.
Then I moved to LA and it all changed. Not initially though, because I would go home still for the holidays to see my parents and long distance boyfriend, but I found that when I was in LA for a holiday, I felt the need to surround myself with friends and celebrate the holiday even though it had never interested me before. It became my connection to my family that’s 3,000 miles away, and brought something deeper into my life because at that point I had just been living and going about my merry way. So for the past two and change years, I have organized potluck style Yom Kippurs and willingly attended temple. I’ve even fasted.
Now, for those that don’t know what Yom Kippur is, it’s the day we Jewish people atone or repent for our sins. Basically, after Rosh Hashanah or the New Year, we fast for an entire 24 hours and go to temple, and then wipe the slate clean to start again, hopefully as a better person than the year before. Heavy I know.
This year happened to be particularly meaningful though. When I was home for my mom’s birthday and Rosh Hashanah, I went to temple to make my mom happy since it was her birthday. I went with an open mind and even decided to follow along in the prayer book, drastically different from when I used to go without even opening the book once during the service. I also listened actively to my rabbi’s sermon and couldn’t wait to leave and tell my friends all of the amazing things I had learned from him that morning. I was comfortable and even felt at home. Hey, I should since I’ve been going for over 20 years. After I left the temple, I felt a strong desire to email my rabbi and let him know how moved I was by his words. What was happening to me?!
Fast forward a week and I’m back in LA, making plans for Yom Kippur and unenthused about going to a temple that was not mine, but overly excited about my Break the Fast potluck dinner with many of my friends. I soon found out that plans had changed and I would be going to a friend’s temple, rather than the free service at the Laugh Factory (again, only in LA). The rabbi at my friend’s temple happened to be Dennis Prager. Dennis Prager happens to be brilliant so my three friends and I sat, listened, and feverishly typed everything he said into our Blackberries so we would always remember and incorporate the things he said into our lives. Again, I was so excited to tell people about the things I had learned that I ran home and read my notes to my two roommates, and finally felt like more than just a person going through the motions of life or existing, but rather someone who’s learning and growing and really taking in the things around me. Sounds cheesy I know, but ohwell. That’s the best I can explain it at this moment. Once the painful fast was over, 25 friends and I feasted on everything breakfast related and/or edible. The friends I had gone to temple with shared a few things we felt were especially important or pertained to our group, one of the things being about the company you keep. I stood there and looked at the company I keep and felt a rush of warmth and amazement. I was in awe of the relationships I’ve formed since I moved here, and the ones they all have with each other. I will go as far as saying I am blessed with incredibly amazing friends. We even called ourselves a family because that’s what it feels like at this point now that we’ve celebrated various holidays, birthdays and important events with each other. I thought we should take a family portrait but I was sadly vetoed. Instead, we played charades for hours on end which happens to be my own family’s tradition during holidays.
I guess this is just another stage in my life, one where the little things become that much more important and appreciated, and the things that were never that important are now seen in a different light. I am no fan of change, but these changes I will gladly and comfortably accept.
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