Ten thousand times ten thousand sound thy praise, but who am I?
I think I might be getting somewhere towards having an answer to those people who say "Does it feel different?" And the answer is, yes, yes it does. Quite profoundly so, actually.
In many ways I struggled with being a probationer and with what it was to be a probationer. Apologies are probably due to those who had to endure my angst on it! Being a probationer is to be neither fish nor fowl. You're not quite clerical, but you're not really lay either. Day to day most people probably don't notice the difference but there are some subtle bits of polity where it becomes more apparent. For example, you must attend ministerial synod but have no vote; if you sought election to Conference it would be as a lay representative. I used to dread those conversations with ecumenical partners which seemed inevitably to end up at "Oh, so you're not really a minister yet..." But yes, we are styled "Reverend" and we do use clerical dress. In general you exercise "the office and work of a presbyter" but the Church has not yet prayed that you might have the Holy Spirit to do that.
So in terms simply of the negative, it feels different because all of that is swept away. The strange in-between-ness of probation is gone.
But there is also the positive side of feeling different. One long journey has ended and its destination is reached. I felt called to be a presbyter. That call has been tested. I have been formed in order to pursue it. I have been accepted and approved. By the grace of God (and only by that), I am worthy. I am now a presbyter. That is for today and for the rest of my life. It is forever a part of me; something of my identity. And while (God forbid) I could be thrown out, removed from full connexion or whatever, I can never be un-ordained. That is a remarkable realisation and reality.
So yes, it does feel different. One long journey has ended and another has started. On we go!