The ONE defining event in my life, huh?
Tough questions are the best questions.
I could pick the moment I decided that these feelings I had for other men menat something and I started down the road to coming out.
I could pick the moment that I realized that a high school education wasn’t going to cut it and decided to go back to school and get my college degree.
I could pick the moment I decided to move out of the house and cut loose from my parents.
I could pick the moment that I chucked it and made a career change at half the pay and twice the hours.
But, THE moment for me, really, was my tenth high school reunion back in 1989. I travelled 650 miles to get there. I had built expectation to a high, fever pitch. I was looking forward to seeing old friends and impressing the hell out of them (oh, how arrogant I was at 28…)
The evening was nice. It was an OK time. But what I came away with after that evening, and thought about all 650 miles home the next day, was how YESTERDAY the past really is. We were all completely different people at 28 than we had been at 18. My expectations about the event were far overblown, far too grandiose and far too arrogant.
It was a nice party for 300 or so classmates - some of whom hadn’t seen each other in ten years. That’s all. We didn’t rekindle past glories, we didn’t fall madly back in love with old flames, nothing.
That one night taught me to live in the moment and always look forward with hope, never backward with longing and regret. That one night has shaped how I’ve looked at the rest of my life since.
So, in reality, it was a very significant evening. Just not in the way I had originally thought.