I'll be scanning horizons, like this one in Montana where I canoed the same stretch of the Upper Missouri River that Lewis and Clark did.

After three years and two months at NetShelter Technology Media, I’m off, and when I say off, I mean off — as in I’ve served my last official day. So I’m not just off-off, as in taking a “sabbatical” but I’ll soon enough be off to (yet another) new start.

I just don’t know where just yet.

There was a time when the suspense of not knowing what or when would have startled me awake at night, with a heart hammering to a grunge band beat. These days, however, I’m sleeping like the family dog, sort of. While she’ll wake and woof at an unfamiliar oin drop, I’ll snooze through calamity’s bang, clatter, and cymbal crash.

One of the comforts of leading a life full of varied career experiences is that you begin hear not just your brain but your heart — those little inklings that keep goading with the hard, if subtle, truths about yourself.

And my inner voices have been telling me for a while now, “Hey, it’s time to move on.”

Of course, my decision to leave NetShelter wasn’t an easy one. It’s bittersweet at best. Although I’ve always been the intrapreneuring type, NetShelter marked by first “real” start-up experience. And, hoo boy, what a run it’s been — up and down as many steep streets as San Francisco’s cityscape. [Read more...]