Essays....

Last week, I met with my Rabbi who I am working with for my conversion. I feel that it was a good meeting and I really like him. I was given the assignment to write an essay about me. He doesn't want the essay to be about why I am converting, but rather, how I got from my birth to sitting in his office 42 years later.
I am a bit torn....My childhood was not good, it was not pretty and it was not happy. I am the survivor of mental, emotional and sexual abuse; Had I not been made of what I am made of, I would, I am sure, be dead or hooked on drugs. The fact that I made it to where I am, relatively unscathed, is a true miracle.
Do I tell this to the Rabbi and hope for the best or do I just omit that bit about me, a bit that is very large and has served to shape me into the very person I am today.
I would like to think that in the end....we are all truly products of our experiences and we should embrace those experience's for what they are rather than hide them and never speak of them again. This is something I need to seriously mull over.

In other news, we are starting up our weekly shabbat dinners. I am very excited and have so much fun thinking of what exactly I will do every week for food.

School is going well, I look forward to having the summer off to get my bearings and to plan out my strategy as far as my education goes. We will see how the summer pans out.

Life is a funny thing, it gives you just what you need, even if you don't know that you need what you are being given.