Do you ever think about dying? I mean, really dying; the act of dying.
Do you wonder what it’s like? I used to, but I don’t anymore. I do not wonder what dying will be like because I am convinced I know what it feels like. I’ve done it several times. Not voluntarily, mind you.
I’m going to tell you what it’s like to die.
Julian Rogers is a freelance writer, communications consultant and owner of Juju Eye Communications. Follow him on Twitter (@mrturophile), or connect with him on LinkedIn and Google+.
When life throws you a curve ball, sometimes you have to just turn off your mind, relax and float downstream. Jacqueline Botting, a successful technology marketer and the founder of WiseTribe, recently wrote two very compelling and personal accounts of how she dealt with a major change in her life:
I recommend you check out these two insightful pieces. I had the pleasure of editing and publishing both accounts for WiseTribe.
Julian Rogers is a freelance writer and communications consultant. Follow him on Twitter (@mrturophile), or connect with him on LinkedIn and Google+.
I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand
The Baby Boomer generation, most often defined as those born post World War II up through 1964, is hitting a milestone. The youngest boomers — those born in 1964 — are turning 50 this year. I’m one of them.
This is really happening.
I may be crazy, but I’m not crazy about turning 50. Author Richard Pérez-Peña is even less crazy about turning 50. He doesn’t want to be lumped in with the Boomers, despite that fact that he turned 50 last year. He wants people to understand there are two distinct camps of Baby Boomers: the early Boomers (just post-war) and the later Boomers like him. And me.
Read it on WiseTribe.
Julian Rogers is a freelance writer and communications consultant. Follow him on Twitter (@mrturophile), or connect with him on LinkedIn and Google+
Safeco Field, Seattle, July 19, 2013. The “first-ever rock show at this stadium,” according to Sir Paul.
Words fail. I felt like I had never been to a concert before. We basked in the presence of greatness start to finish.
Eight Days A Week — The opener.
Live and Let Die — Somehow, no musicians were harmed.
Three hours and nobody wanted it to end. Paul included a Jimi Hendrix tribute jam and a blistering Nirvana reunion.
These days, I’m the Beatles.
When I break out the guitar during my daughter’s bath time, we do a little singin’ and strummin’ to some simple favorites. She loves to sing along and is very encouraging of Da’s efforts. Someday, too soon, she’ll discover they’re not my songs. But right now, I’m the Beatles. And the Eagles. And Split Enz and Tom Petty and Elton John.
The question will come: Da, who are these people that do your songs way better than you do?