The prospect of turning 27 has always been quite scary for me. It’s not the dreaded 30, but 27 may be even more intimidating. At 27, you’re officially in your late twenties, an age where you are expected to make responsible decisions. An age where you’re supposed to have figured out your career path and life goals. If you do something stupid, no one will shrug it off as “oh she’s just young” anymore. In the workplace, you’ve had enough…
A Tale of Two Parasailers
About exactly one year ago, I was hanging off a harness 400’ above the San Diego coastline, marvelling at the vastness of our oceans. Parasailing wasn’t the thrilling adventure I’d imagined it to be (trust me, I was about to pee my bikini bottoms as I was getting strapped in), but rather a calming one. We hung in almost total silence with the sky surrounding us and the ocean below our feet. And my fear of heights? It disintegrated with…