Some weeks, you really feel like you’re in the flow of something collective, and this week was one of them. A lot of us played the lottery. And David Bowie passed away.
Colby, my waiter at the Ace, certainly hoped I had the winning ticket as I checked my numbers over breakfast. That would have been a good day for both of us.
But…it was not to be.
Still, between the 2-cent lottery pool I joined at work with 136 of my colleagues and the many conversations I had during the week with both friends and strangers about “…how we would handle it..,” I had a lot of fun, and re-affirmed that I’m pretty happy with my life the way it is, anyway.
Moving from the material plane to the spiritual, David Bowie’s death has been an interesting collective experience.
I love Bowie’s music and his ethos as a creative artist. I didn’t follow him super-closely while he was alive; yet, his death, for me, leaves existence on this planet feeling a little different. It’s a different place without him here–I feel that.
The whole week has been punctuated with Bowie moments–from hugging my colleague Katie who really felt sad about it, to hearing a cool remix of Let’s Dance in a coffee shop, to the moment last night, at the end of a long and beautiful week of doing work I love (designing for social impact), where the band on the rooftop of the Ace played Life On Mars, and everyone went quiet for just a few seconds.
And then, the earth resumed its spin, and we’re back again, in the flow of time.