Summer time rekindles the dilemma of how many hours per day I can allow myself to waste/goof off/node while on the clock, being paid by the
state. I promise myself, for the
umpteenth time, it seems, that I'm not going to waste this precious three month
sabbatical, that I will play my
guitar for hours every day, that I will read all the
books I've been buying and stocking up from the library, that I will put my
creative energy to use, and be a better person when I school starts again in the fall. Then I realize that I'm pondering leaving work early so I can stop a few
video game stores and seek out Final Fantasy games for the recently-acquired
Playstation on the way home. Some things never change. Usually because I don't bother to change my decision-making tendencies.
My preliminary to do list for the summer:
- Shove Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television down as many throats as I can manage
- Compose songs; See if I can't get the musical eat-poop-you-cat idea to bear any fruit
- Read, constantly
- Play my guitar, constantly; Learn to play a host of Nobuo Uematsu's compositions
- Start writing articles for the Tucson publication produced by the Merry Band of Anarchists
- Attempt to engage fellow summer school students in semi-meaningful conversation; improve my public speaking abilities
- Remove the mental block that keeps me from being able to read poetry
- Start learning to alter the frequency of my brainwaves; Meditate regularly
- Increase my attention span; Learn patience when trying new things and stop wishing for the instant gratification I know will not come
- Carry out plans, rather than existing stagnantly in my mental space and thinking that I should have started doing things like this years back