Technology is my passion


Often when people ask for career advice, I recommend doing things that they are passionate about. Plenty money is nice but doing what you love is nicer. I have seen arguments against this advice in articles. There can be arguments for and against anything. But nothing has changed my mind or stopped me from giving this advice. I am 41 and choosing what I am passionate about has served me well.

My passion is technology. I knew I wanted to pursue my career in technology since the age of 14 in form 2 at St. Mary's College. I skipped form 3 and it was at the end of form 2 that I had to choose subjects for forms 4 to 5 (CXC and GCSE). I did Computer Science at O Levels and Computing at A Levels. Then my BSc in Computer Science at Morehouse College. This was all at a time when computing and technology was emerging. I am passionate about technology because I recognise the power of tech to make the world a better place. To make our lives easier and better. This passion means I put my best foot forward and I am good at what I do even with the many challenges.

Currently I am a full-time tech blogger and this is a dream for me. I make no money from this and I am doing it for the love of it. Thankfully I am in a position to do so. I don't need much, a roof over my head, 3 square meals, internet and a smartphone. I have been blogging and creating content for a very long time and it never gets tiring or boring.

What are my goals now? I want my workflow to be efficient and streamlined and simple. I want quality over quantity. I need to pay attention to SEO and promotion. I want to be a needed resource in the tech space. I want to contribute to the betterment of my country. I want to get away from the idea that I need a lot to accomplish a lot. I can and will make do with what I have. In photography there is a common phrase that the best camera is the camera that you have.

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