Time for change

It’s time for a change in my life. I have just left Rackspace after about 2 1/2 years and am in the process of orienting myself for the next adventure. It’s an interesting process outlining new goals and life priorities. So far, some ideas under consideration are 1) create a new startup business, 2) change industries completely, 3) leave the area and 4) maintain the current course in San Antonio and technology.Where ever I go from here, I am looking forward to it.

Gallery lights at the Alamo




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