Finally going to college. College was a reward for surviving jr. high and high school and was an oasis of humanity that was too big for cliques, had the power of choice (which class? Which schedule? What major?) and people who liked learning had an excuse to scratch their itch.
Finding myself (arguably still in process). I think perhaps the single most pivotal change in creating happiness was finally learning how to be me. I don’t think I started the process until I was about 27, but I’ve always been a bit of a late bloomer.
When I suddenly gained 1.5 inches of height my senior year of high school. From an embarrassing 5’3” to almost a 5’5” on a good day, that inch point five meant so much to me in gaining a sense of confidence. Ironically, it wasn’t until a few years ago was I able to adjust that on my drivers license. (As the woman at the DMV said, “We round up for height, and down for weight. It’s more of a goal weight if you will”).