Procrastination

I come from a long line of procrastinators, my father is a procrastinator, my grandfather is a procrastinator. I was raised to procrastinate.

Yes, that's a not-so-funny version of George's "I was raised to quit." from Seinfeld.

Anyways, I waste a lot of time. I'm talking of hours and hours on weekends.

I have school starting tomorrow after a 9 day break. What did I achieve in those 9 days? Nothing.

So I'm devising a plan to make my living hours more efficient. Military efficient. Most of my time is wasted on the computer. Generally speaking, the stuff I have to do is related to the computer in one form or another, but I dilly-daddle (I despise this phrase) way too much.

I'm setting a 1 hour-a-day limit on the computer for myself. This should be enough to check my emails, read a couple of blogs, IM some friends and maybe even watch an episode of The Office!

Besides this, setting a schedule should really help me get back in control of my life. I'll be watching myself closely for the next week. Sometimes, all you need to regain control is to put it in writing.

Here's to going against my upbringing. Cheers!

My First Company

I've been trying a lot of hobbies over the last year. Ranging from electronics to writing articles to my newest one: business ventures. I highly recommend trying out as many things as you can. It helped me find my strengths and now my future is slightly more focused.

About a month ago I organized, with a friend, a concert where we donated the proceeds to charity. I made a monetary loss in the concert but learned a lot, most importantly it gave me the confidence to start my own non-profit company. More info about that company can be found here.

And now I believe I'm doing something that I want to continue for the rest of my life.

The problem for me, however, is that I've grown up in a family of scientists.

I remember the first time my dad took me to his lab, I was looking at my coloring books under the microscope. Since then I've always wanted to work on cutting edge research in a small university town.

I don't know, I guess I'll have to compromise.

I hate compromising.

Regret, Regret, Regret

This is what I do not want to be. I don't want to wake up one day and regret everything I've done up until then.

Though, I'm not sure about the 'being a yuppie' part.

This pastel work is one of David Ross's excellent pieces. More can be found here.

My Plans

As cryptic as the last line of my first post was, this time I'll try to explain the purpose of my blog.

Over the last couple of months I've been pushing the worry of what I'm going to do in life to the back of my mind. I've looked at career options and successful individuals, at content grandfathers and religious aunts.

But I don't see myself in their shoes.

I'm a young individual with above average intelligence, quaint fancies, rebellious ideas and ambitious goals. I'm trying to make the choices I need to right now so that I can be where I want to be 50 years from now.

And yes, I believe Harper Lee used "quaint fancies" to describe Dill in To Kill a Mockingbird.

The First Post

I remember the first important decision (to my 5 year-old-self) that I had to make. It was between a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese or a Nintendo 64. I remember discussing the benefits of each with my brother.

That decision seems trivial and artificial now. My musings now may see the same fate in the eyes of my 26 year-old-self. But that decision changed me.

I remember spending countless hours in front of the tube trying to beat the next boss on a harder level. Hours I could have spent outside, making new friends and what not.

Do I regret choosing a Nintendo 64 over a social life? No.

Because I am happy with what I am today.

It's my future that I'm worried about.