A time to change.

   My, how time passes. It seems with the advent of becoming a father, time slips by even faster. I suspect I'm approaching an age where I start to question everything I am involved in and wonder if it's the right thing. An example of this is somewhat painful to mention, or should I say slightly embarrassing to say the least. I used to play computer games frequently. So frequently that I can tell you that if I were to stop typing this blog and redo the entire time I spent in one sitting, I wouldn't start typing again till late October of next year. I know this because of the timer that the game developers programmed into the game to make people mindful of just how much time they were spending online. So much time wasted. One could argue that the choice of media isn't the point; think of how much time we spend in front of a static television. The point would be more directed towards the nature of doing nothing constructive. Now, I certainly wouldn't say that I should not have spent any time playing the games I did; or watching television for that matter. People need time when their brain isn't stressing over work or personal related issues. I used to justify my time online as a "mental vacation". Everything in moderation, as the saying goes.

   Now, I am a changed person. Or at least the beginnings of a changed man. I cancelled my subscription to the game network I have been with for nearly six years, and I limit my time online. This is sort of a fallacy mind you. I may no longer spend so much time online, but my time on my smart phone has tripled since I bought it. So I guess ultimately, the time I spent at home online, is now spent elsewhere online. I've robbed poor Peter to save Paul.

   I openly acknowledge my increased involvements in things socially responsible. My time spent with my son is of utmost importance and always comes first, however, I have spent considerable time either volunteering for a few different charities in town, or networked with people to inspire me and direct me in some fashion. Twitter has once again proven to be an amazing tool. I had to eat a whole murder of crows over that one. The once "bane of society" (or so I thought) has become; in part, a piece of my salvation. Strange how things work out from time to time. I have had my choices indirectly influenced by people as far away as Indonesia and as close as my neighbor down the street. Everyone with a different perspective, but all with the same vision. Make the world a little better than you when you found it.

   This brings me to the last leg of this blog. Mentorship. Am I too old? My first reaction was,"yes". After thinking on it for several days I may now think otherwise. Never too old to learn. I am now 40 years of age; soon to be 41 and I think I may have come to the realization that for at least part of a project I am involved in, I need a mentor. It was a rather startling epiphany. Perhaps part of the reason for the slow progress on my project had more to do with lack of direction, than sheer knowledge. This is however somewhat problematic. In order for me to find an appropriate mentor, I will have to trust someone enough to let go the line occasionally. Not an easy task for a person of my nature. I have partners. Partners I trust and friends who always try to guide my actions when I stumble. Sometime I fail to see the forest for the trees. You know who you are. This however, needs a different approach. A fresh set of eyes by someone who knows the field. Twitter to the rescue? Hard to say, but I shall continue to open doors till I find what ever the world has in store. I have no doubt it will get me to where ever I need to be.

Shot in Gemelli di Venezia

Until then.

In Saecula Saeculorum.