I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I’d been convicted to change. Maybe it was the first time I attended Mass. Maybe it was the first time I attended Mass alone. Maybe it was the first time I prayed to a saint, or crossed myself. Maybe it was the first time I took communion at a wedding Mass because I didn’t know non-Catholics shouldn’t take communion, because whatever, I was baptized in the Church. (I didn’t know, okay?)

(Maybe it goes back to when I was baptized in the Church, though I can’t claim to remember that.)

Or maybe it was that precise moment I was told something I’d been taught “didn’t make sense.” And for the first time, I saw that it didn’t make sense.

Whenever, or whatever, it was, it was overdue.

I’ve read books. I’ve listened to podcasts. I bought a new Bible. I created this blog.

This is a journey. This is my conversion.