Yesterday I did a total reset the whiteboard I've been using to plan out the completion of my thesis. Partly in procrastination, and partly to set my intentions. I wiped it completely clean, including the aspirational completion date of October 2020. Sigh.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who's 2020 has not been as productive as they thought it would be. When I set up that whiteboard initially, I was flying high with motivation. Then when the stay at home recommendations started coming in my work shifted from the office to the kitchen table. My whiteboard stayed in the office and gradually things slipped.
I wouldn't say it was lack of motivation, more a scrambling of my brain. And a rejig of schedule that was just enough to set many things off kilter. You work to get it back, and then there's another shutdown. Even though it only lasted a couple of days, it was still enough to throw me mentally off balance.
But as I set up my new whiteboard I began to notice that even though I'm not where I had hoped to be, I've still made quite a bit of progress. The idea of completing my thesis isn't a fanciful flight of fantasy, it's just a long slog. A marathon that is slowly but surely nearing it's completion. So what if I don't make record time? I'm not racing against anyone but myself. Just finish, that's all that matters.