Getting some of my poetry published, way back. Some people liked my stuff, I never thought that much of it (The only thing I like is something I wrote when I was 14. Seriously.) But apparently that one poem I wrote way back when was good enough for some people and it got into an anthology. But about a year after that, from some of my stuff getting published, I bounced into writing a poem for a book on understanding mental health issues. That was good. And I once bumped into someone who had read my poem. That was... Interesting.
But outside of literary achievements, there is little that has taken me ages and made me feel that amazing.
I thought getting into University late after several years of study would make me feel awesome. It didn't, I just bumped around for a few days and then suddenly I was in University. Then again, I have a bit of an excuse for never feeling that amazing. See above and writing a poem on understanding mental health issues.
Actually...
*ponders*
One thing. One random thing. I did a sequence of interviews for a researcher about self harm. Essentially, why I do it, how long I have done it, what makes me want to do it, etc. We talked, at length, about the media. Particularly about why I thought it was a good idea for a film, as much as it has "Contains alcohol and drug references" beneath the title to have the words, when applicable, "Contains distressing or triggering images". Because I have been blindsided before by films. And I know quite a few people who have been blindsided by films. And that's bad. Anyway, I asked to be on the mailing list of people when the article gets published and if it hits the lecture circuit. It did hit the lecture circuit. I watched a lecture where my pseudonym was referred to regularly. That felt like a little win.
EDIT:
Didn't mean beneath the title. Meant by the rating. But you get the idea. Bleh.
