As a child everything I wanted to accomplish took place during the hours I was awake. When I finally put my head on the pillow the day was over and the momentum of my day came to a stop. Where I stood and what I could see felt like my whole world. My reach appeared limited to a the distance I could kick a soccer ball.

It struck me the other day that my sphere of influence has grown exponentially in this always on, always connected world. I can schedule blogs to posts in the middle of the night. I have completed online transactions while I was backpacking and not within sight of a cell tower. The websites I manage sit like billboards on the side of the cyber-highway, always illuminated and open for business.

I have consulted via Skype with clients across the continent before dawn, wearing business attire on my visible upper-half, having rolled out of bed moments before the session started.

My impact is always on and unlike my idyllic childhood days, I can reach across the globe at all moments. It reminds me of the story of the woman who traveled across the Oregon Trail as an infant in arms and then returned to the Midwest in an airplane. Change is constant and perhaps we are standing in the middle of our own impact crater wondering how it was formed.