A lot of us here in Northern Colorado were wishing for show before Christmas. It didn’t happen.

Then, a lot of us were wishing for a white Christmas. It didn’t happen.

Then, a lot of us were wishing for at least some snow before December ended.

That happened. And these tornadoes were generated as a result of the same storm system.

Certainly wishing didn’t make any of that tragic stuff happen. But, when things are in your control, how far ahead do you project the consequences of those actions – and are you sure those projections are accurate?

We can’t live in fear of the future. But we do have to own the consequences of our actions when we get there.

(Header photo: City Planning IV by Sebastian Niedlich)

If you looked just at my blogs, you’d get a different picture depending on what you were reading:

• A Psychotic Millennial just looking for a little peace, love, and career satisfaction by teaching millennials how to build a smarter resume…
• A Trekkie who loves Star Trek enough to make a WordPress skin out of it…
• A not-so-successful entrepreneur (so far)…
• A podcasting, audio-drama-creating, creative mad scientist…
• A social networker making the life of college students a lot easier…
• A highly-competent web programmer who is also a super-star at website design…
• A nerdish web programmer who has his hands in all sorts of stuff from social media and social networking to marketing and design

I started looking at words, tags, SEO, pictures, and content.

I began to think about how to make people laugh, how to get the best response, and how to be true to myself.  Online and off.

I started to think about my networks and what messages I was sending them… or if all the little pieces of myself coalesed into something that was closer to who I really am.  I started to think about how I live my life, who I interact with, the projects that I take on, and what’s important to me.

The more I play in the world of social media, the more I like it  – the more I feel like a real person and not just a college grad with a string of jobs behind him. The more I play, the bigger this sinking feeling gets and I ask myself, “What do I want to be in a year?  In two?  Where do I want to be?  What do I want to be doing?”

I can think of a few things I want to do in the meantime: make myself my own superhero, continue to make people laugh, maybe figure out what I’m really supposed to be doing before I turn 25.