Tags: age 27, amy winehouse, awakening, death, drug overdose, suicide, turning point
I would be remiss if I didn’t say anything about the white elephant in the room — the death of Amy Winehouse, a great rock talent who never got to reach her full potential, who died this past weekend possibly of a drug overdose, or maybe something else. Most people were not surprised by her meeting her demise the way that she did, heck even her own mother saw it coming. Sure there is an aspect of this that has to do with how she handled her rise to fame, but there is something in this that non-famous folk can also relate to.
Much of the media is talking about it — stars that die at age 27. The majority of people who die at 27 in today’s age do not die natural causes, or even from terminal illnesses. Most 27 year old’s who pass on do so through accidental death or suicide. I’m not going to get into the numbers, but we’ve all seen them.
What I do want to talk about is this sort of tipping point that seems to happen at the age of 27. What is it about this age that makes one act differently, or contemplate their life? For me, I made two major life changing decisions at age 27. For one, I started this blog. That may not seem major to everyone, but it is to me, as I see it as a culmination of all that I love coming to life. The other was choosing to live with my fiance. I’d say I got off lucky. Others did not and will not. Others have major break ups at 27, or make difficult career changes. Others make destructive decisions that mirror some kind of unhappiness in their life and their inability to do anything positive to change it. There is this sudden sense of reality hitting you like a ton of bricks and everyone’s experience is different. But it does seem all too often to happen or at least begin to happen at 27.
Of course, there are other times in our lives where we feel the need to make huge decisions, sometimes unpopular ones, and this particular age point that I’m talking about was likely different for past generations and will be different for further generations. Perhaps this tipping point is the wake up call, a new light that goes on in our brains, who knows? I’m sure some psychologists have studied this, and I’m no psychologist. I’m just an observer of life.
So what about you? Was 27 your tipping point? And if so, what major life decision did you make at 27?
Tags: Bioluminescence, childhood memories, glow in the dark
Back home now and starting to get back in the swing of things. I know there’s some serious stuff I have to refocus on — the other aspects of my job that are not conference related and preparing for life without my boss; buying a new car before my inspection is up in September; and planning my wedding, just to name a few. But before I can even think about any of this, I have to get used to the day-to-day routine. I MUST get back to the gym, I have to get used to commuting again, and I really need to start eating better and sticking to it.
But not everything has to be so serious and adult. That’s why I’m actually not going to blog about my return today. Instead, I’m going to blog about an interesting phenomenon that effects children, and adults alike — things that glow in the dark.
I can still remember having glow in the dark stars on my ceiling as a kid, and a black light when I was a teen. I had glowing bracelets and glow sticks. My friends had lava lamps and we all wore hyper color shirts. Glowing in the dark is something that remains cool as you get older, and I feel like the reaction to glowing is basically the same. It’s the surprise and awe, the trick that light plays on one’s eyes.
When I was in Puerto Rico a few years ago with the then-boyfriend, now fiance, we were thinking of going on a Bioluminescence tour in the bay. They take people out in canoes at night to the bay. When you get in the water, organisms react by glowing. I really wanted to see the creatures that glow in the night but there was no guarantee that the organisms would come out that particular night. We didn’t end up doing it because it was a pretty penny for something that wasn’t a sure bet, but the island sure made money off of adults wanting to see living things glow in the dark.
I love how the delight over glow in the dark hasn’t faded with technology, or in my sake, with age.
How’s that for a light-hearted post?
Tags: aging, house of air, San Francisco, trampoline park
It’s over. It’s finally over. The longest business trip ever! In a few short hours, I’ll be flying home. Though it’s only been 8 days, it feels like so much longer, and I really miss New York and my family.
I worked hard the past 8 days, but somehow found strength to enjoy San Francisco – mostly the cuisine, but some of the sights as well. On the last night of the conference that I was working, I got to do something really fun. I went to a trampoline park!
Situated in an old warehouse almost under the Golden Gate bridge is a little gymnasium with trampolines for the jumping (at a nominal fee, of course). You get special shoes, and can jump as much as you want! You can even play trampoline dodgeball!
Before Tuesday night, I hadn’t been on a trampoline in like 14 years. When I first started jumping, I immediately started giggling like a little child. It felt so good to just let loose! But I definitely don’t remember it being such a work out! I had to take like, 3 breaks. I guess that’s what comes with age.
What also comes with age, and I’ve definitely blogged about this before so this is just another example, is the fear of getting hurt. While all the children (there weren’t that many adults there – don’t judge), were doing a bunch of flips and such without effort, I was struggling to bounce back up from a seated position. My colleague, who is just a few years younger than me and is a little more gutsy than me, did attempt to flip a few times. She did pretty good, but struggled to land on her feet.
I guess it’s a combination of fear and knowing our bodies aren’t quite what they used to be. But I’m really liking this rediscovered activity. I had actually been talking about doing this for a while with my BFF and according to an article in USA Today, the rise of trampoline parks is a trend all over the country.
As I look to diversify my recreational and fitness activities, I will be sure to check out more trampoline parks. Maybe that will keep me young.