South Asian culture dictates that to be to successful you either have to be a doctor, lawyer or engineer. And if you do aspire to be a writer, you better have a book published or something written up in the NYTimes even though you’ve only been out of school for three years!
This is, of course, according to my mother.
So, where do I fall? I don’t consider myself unsuccessful as of yet because I’m still climbing those steep steps to achieve my goals. Do I wish I could’ve done a lot of things differently while in college? Yes. Do I think I underestimate myself? Yes. Have I slacked off in the past? Yes. Have I been an underachiever? Yes. Am I going to make it my goal to turn all these yes’s into no’s?