With my years of résumé updating under my belt, here are some of my thoughts on this basic element of shidduchim

I

hold the crisp paper, still warm from the printer, and an epiphany strikes me with startling clarity.

This.

Is.

Me.

This flimsy white piece of paper is Me. I may have just spent a whopping 13 minutes regaling shadchan #27 with stories of my life and dreams of my future, but at the end of the day, it’s this piece of paper that will be used to discern whether I will be a perfect fit for someone’s son.

The trees in the world may decry the existence of shidduch résumés, but without them, I would very possibly have an identity crisis. I mean, if no résumé stared me in the face and told me, you are still very much five feet, my height would be in flux, and I could convince myself that I grew three inches overnight — especially after a good night’s sleep.

So with my years of résumé updating under my belt, here are some of my thoughts on this basic element of shidduchim.