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First in the 1970s. I got married in 1970 and had three kids during that decade. My life differed greatly from 1970 to 1980.
Second, would be in the present period. We uprooted and moved half a continent away, to be closer to our kids and grands. This has been a major, and positive change.
Age 27. I hear that a lot of people have something big happen to them at age 27. A lot of celebs died at that age. In my case, it was all sorts of tragedy and upheaval. I look back on my life as being separated into two phases: before age 27, and after age 27.
I know this feeling, I lost it too at age 27.
I totally agree. I had my income cut and half, best friend killed himself, and was fired last year. It was not a good year at all at 27.
Mid 40s. Up until then, I had what in retrospect was a warped view of reality.
Now some may argue I was a lot more positive in outlook prior to my epiphany and have become a "negative" boor since it.
However, my epiphany allowed me to face certain areas of ugliness and chaos head on and accept them. Once I accepted them, I had choices. I could evade, ignore, or conquer.
The epiphany was somewhat due to changes in the economy, somewhat due to realizing the dark side of my own family, and somewhat due to finally learning something I ought to have learned as a young man - to expect being disappointed in certain outcomes. With that basis, adversity becomes less of a problem.
22 years. I was newly graduated from college, newly married, and came down with an incurable and uninsurable disease. Being a U.S. citizen, this was bad news, health insurance-wise.
In my 20s, a week or so after I had my firstborn. My Mom was over to help out. Things were pretty blissful. Healthy baby, good incomes, nice house in a setting fit for an artist, five more weeks of maternity leave, no strife. A hiatus after super-striving since second grade. On a gorgeous Spring evening, with a beautiful dusk, I said "Let's go to the ice cream store to get cones!". Our entire assemblage started toward the door. Mom said something like "what are you forgetting?"
Baby had been blissfully asleep upstairs. I had forgotten all about him.
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