If I were married or a mother, I imagine this challenge would be a no-brainer. Since I’m neither, it’s a bit more difficult to pick one profoundly happy memory. I’ve had thousands of great moments, but epic events worthy of the “Happiest Memory” title are few.
One event, though, keeps coming up when I search my memory bank. It happened way back in college when I was about 20 years old. It’s an important memory, I think, because it represents the first time I truly stretched myself.
I was an English major with daydreams of becoming a playwright, so when I learned about a playwriting class at my university, I was both excited and scared about the possibility of turning the dream into reality.
I enrolled in a 10-week class and began working on my one-act play. It was an amazing experience that lead to two more 10-week courses focusing first on completing the play, then on collaborating with actors and a director to produce it.
And that’s when my happiest memory occurred. The details have become fuzzy over time, but I vividly remember the love and support of my family who traveled long distances to see the performance. I remember the audience reacting exactly how I intended them to — laughing when I hoped they would laugh, sighing when I hoped they would sigh, clapping much more enthusiastically than I ever dreamed they would. I remember the unexpected praise I received afterward from people I didn’t know. I remember feeling proud of myself, maybe for the first time ever in my life.
I had taken a risk and the reward was better than I imagined. The memory of this still inspires me and gives me the courage to pursue other dreams, a reality which has resulted in more happy moments than I could ever begin to pinpoint.
If you’re wondering what happened to my dreams of becoming a playwright, read this.
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