My brother was visiting from out of state last week and told me some stories at dinner one night. He recalled one of his former corporate jobs for which he had to attend a workshop headed by a motivational speaker. The attendees were instructed to turn to their neighbors and tell them of a life changing experience they had in less than three minutes.
Perhaps this is why I have never worked in the corporate world.
My brother said his partner told him of the birth of his first child and how it changed his world. I believe my brother mentioned handing out fliers at 3am for Mo Udall back in the 70s. He was at an auto plant in Detroit and he described the shift exiting the plant amidst a huge burst of steam as the gates opened. Of course I was doomed for the next few days, to wonder what occasions have altered my own existence. Anyone who has reached middle age has experienced such dramas, the death of a loved one, falling in love, falling out of love, realizing your own mortality, making your first perfect souffle, house training your pet. It’s different for everyone. For Nabokov, it was it was finding his first rare butterfly in America at the Grand Canyon in 1941 (Nonympha Dorthea). For Vlad it was impaling the town folk. For Popeye it was discovering spinach. And so on.