- going to college
- kissing a boy
- deciding I was never going to live in my parents' house again
- kissing a girl
- writing my first real short story
- falling in love for the first time
- getting my first poem published
- having sex for the first time
- hanging up on my mother
- travelling outside the country on my own
- being dumped for the first time
- finishing college
- moving in with a lover
- selling my first short story (thank you, Cecilia!)
- turning 21
- seeing my first galleys
- following a lover across the country
- starting an online workshop
- paying off all my debt (of course, incurring more very shortly thereafter)
- getting someone else to publish my book
- going to graduate school
- seeing my book listed (briefly) in Books in Print
- starting a magazine
- surviving graduate school
- getting a job that paid more than $15/hr
- deciding to go to graduate school again
- starting another magazine
- etc. and so on
Of course, I've always believed that life is going to be sad and difficult enough as it is, so that it's worth celebrating birthdays and anniversaries and holidays and small achievements and little successes and sheer luck...any excuse for a party! :-)