This semester, I'll stop aiming for perfection and go for quantity over quality instead. I'm starting my master's. I'm working for professors I desperately want to impress. I've signed up for both classical and jazz music groups, gym classes, a volunteer initiative and a programming contest (that I have no chance of winning even if I had quadruple the time to prepare). Worst of all, I'm signing up for driving lessons again. Everything is terrifying, and failure is inevitable.
At least I'll have an unhinged record of all the questionable decisions I made on the way to madness.
📖: Thinking, Fast and Slow, D. Kahneman (114/418)











