It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Has there ever been a time for you that was both good and bad?

Good: Going home to be with my kids.
Bad: My wife was always there.

I was in a dancing competition.
I had been asked to participate. I was wary but a good friend had recommended me and he thought it would broaden my horizons, so to speak. I was really scared the entire time (about eight weeks) but through the whole time, I realized I was doing good work and the best I could do. I look back and I'm still very satisfied with how I did -- the memories of fear still are easy to remember, though, too.

The day my daughter was born 32 years ago, I had a bad cold, running nose et al. 
I wasn't allowed to kiss her, not even on her elbow or foot.  This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at June 27, 2018 9:17 PM MDT

I have a great job but failed to remind my boss to do something.  I thought he might have already done it, maybe..  My bad, hope I don't get fired over it.

no, it was usually one or the other