As the flip side of this thread, what has been the high point of your life?
For me, it’s the night I met my partner. It was definitely “lust” at first sight, late on a Friday, in a place when gay men met for anonymous sex. We wound up back in my apartment, which we didn’t leave all weekend.
Later this year, we’ll celebrate our 27th anniversary.
So what’s yours?
^ 27 years–good for you!
I got to play a solo half-hour concert for–I later found out–9,000 (yes) Cub/Boy Scouts and their leaders. What a rush!
45,000 feet, my first day as a Learjet pilot. That was pretty awesome.
Publishing my first article, finishing my first and second marathons. The day my husband proposed.
If you’re gonna have that handle, you need to be more of a windbag (like me). 
Oh, I get it, it’s ironic. :smack:
If that was all in the same day, it does sound pretty awesome. 
Mine’s both figurative and literal; being on one of the last few Concorde flights from New York to London.
I’m kind of the anti-high I guess:
Leaving a shit marriage.
Quitting a shit job.
Moving from a shit neighborhood.
I’m assuming I’ll get another personal high when the divorce paperwork is finalized.
It’s not so much that I feel happy, but I’m ending misery.
Well, there was that day, and night, I turned 30 in Bangkok …
There have been a number of things that have been really great. But the first thing that really came to mind was the day I made the call to my psychiatrist. That particular time was a huge low but the start of at least the possibility of highs.
Adopting the Firebug.
Probably the few days of events leading up to sitting in the audience, in a tux, waiting to be called as the winner of an internationally recognized award. The whole moment, culminating in the applause when I was announced as a nominee, was not dulled by having someone else win. (By a microscopic margin, as it later turned out.)
The week of my 30th birthday was amazing and fantastic. Spent time with a bunch of great people, went to a baseball game with my dad (he never goes to baseball games), met the man of my dreams. I still think about it all the time!
It’s been a steep downhill slope since then.
Lots of things, but one that comes to mind is getting a couple articles published on a pretty well-regarded food blog. I actually remember talking to Mr. Athena a few months before it happened and saying something like “Well, job success is one thing, but I gotta say, I’d be about a million times more excited if I got an article published on this one food blog…”
2 months later, I had not one, but two articles published.
Unfortunately it didn’t propel me into food-blog stardom; in fact, it did the opposite. I crossed it off the bucket list and have had no great desire to submit more articles.
This past August I was in field in a tiny town in northern Iceland rolling around and making out in the flowers with a girl that other Icelanders kept mistaking for this womanwhile the sun slowly rose over the mountains that lined the harbor. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was surreal.
When I let down through solid clouds for 4000 feet with nothing but a standby compass.
The first time I flew an Pitts S2B. First legally acrobatic airplane I ever flew. Like this one.
When my children were born.
When I helped take a 46’ sloop from Norfolk to St. Martian.
When I got my 1 year AA chip. ( just got my 23rd. )
More:
Be hard for me to pic just one.
It was a two-parter: on Wednesday, I heard that my novel was going to be published. Four days later, my daughter was born.
Possibly the first solo show I played. It was at Art of Everything in Cottage Grove. Every single thing worked out perfectly. I was nearly incapacitated with pleasure after the show, and was high for several days after.
When she said “I do.”
Looking for the right word, that’s my bliss. Sometimes I find it and it’s a tombstone. Sometimes it’s a path to another way.
