Being Jewish
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to not have to make an effort to be Jewish. To not have to explain to teachers and co-workers that yes, although Rosh Hashana is the Jewish new year, I’m not out partying it up as we do on the secular new year. To not have to use vacation days to be with my family for Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur. To not have to explain why I don’t eat bread, etc. during Passover. To not go into detail about why Hanukkah is a different date every year on the secular calendar. To not have make my case for not having a Christmas tree. To go into a store in December and not be wished a Merry Christmas.
Well, today I experienced that feeling to a tiny degree, if only for a brief moment, and it was amazing. I went to a bakery on Fairfax to pick up sufganiyot (jelly donuts eaten during Hanukkah) to share with my coworkers. I walked in, asked for six sufganiyot, was told “they are small, I’ll give you eight,” then was wished a Happy Hanukkah. What a feeling.