Consciously deciding what not to do, and more importantly, what categories of things you're not going to do, is liberating.

I am not going to design my own programming language, or cryptography, or likely write my own sci-fi epic, despite what my teenage self considered. And that's okay, I'm doing things I didn't know I could do then.

Prioritise, and accept limitation.

Thanks for sharing this. The post turned me onto the “Four Thousand Weeks: Time and How to Use It” by Oliver Burkeman, which was quite a sobering eye-opener.

For those interested, I found a great summary[1] by Matt Swain of the material covered in the book


How are you going to test the gas to make sure they delivered refrigerant and not just a cheap bottle of propane or other gas. How does the agency issuing the carbon credits verify that you were in possession of the refrigerant and it was indeed destroyed? Why don’t you recycle it rather than destroy it?
These words feel like someone who took the productive path, got burned out and now this book that the author mentions is an antidote to be able to accept its own laziness and procastination.