First of all, don't rush and don't stress. There is a reason that most traditions require you to study a year and a day before committing to the path. This is serious business, and a decision to be deeply contemplated.
I was unsure for a long time--I loved Wicca, I identified with it and held many of it's beliefs before I even found it. But switching religions from Christianity to Wicca left to door open to the question, "What if there is yet another religion that I'm
really supposed to be in, and I haven't found it yet?"
So, I researched Wicca, did the occasional circle, checked out Buddhism, went back to Wicca, checked out Hinduism, Islam, Gnostic Christianity, Native American Spirituality, while always bouncing back to Wicca (this is in hindsight, I didn't realize it so clearly then).
After
8 years of this I got tired of my lack of commitment to any path. So I asked the Gods, "once and for all, what is my religion? And please make it in writing, because I'm dense."
Exactly three days later I pulled up behind a car that I had never seen before. It had a bumper sticker that read, "Witches-Not for Burning." The fact that I cast a circle, called the elementals, etc. in order to ask the question to begin with didn't clue me in. Ha!
So, don't worry about it.
As for the feeling magical part, that comes with time and the awareness that
the ordinary is magical.
I mean really, there are thousands of chemical reactions that happen inside your cells every moment of the day, and if one of them didn't work, you'd be dead. Plants take *light* and turn that into oxygen and food for us. Electrons flow through wires and makes your computer screen light up so you can access this forum which exists...somewhere, somehow. The sun rises every morning.
It'll come