The gargantuan boulder resting between my shoulder blades should by now have been lifted and smashed into satisfyingly infinitesimal bits. Technically, the first cohesive draft of my thesis was due today. Being the with-it mostly-A-type that I am, and my advisor having the utmost confidence in a well-polished draft, I was given some leeway. Uh oh. I have until the 15th? Well, OK, then, I guess I can write this other paper first. I'm a little tired tonight, I'll finish work on that other thing (800 lb. thesis in the room) tomorrow. You're having a baby? Of course I'll be at the shower.
In the past I've struggled with not knowing exactly what it was that I wanted to do/wear to work/have for lunch, after deciding which, I was all engines go, full steam ahead, and all that. In proper form, I have regularly shifted my thesis idea at least once a semester since I started graduate school -- that's about 6 great ideas. I decided on one (the latest one), wrote up an outline, and have most of it in my head clear as crystal. Shouldn't I be full steam ahead and all that?
Turns out, any of a number of situations lends itself to procrastination. But I've now entered the deadline zone: constant adgeda, turning down social invitations more than usual, and spontaneous online purchasing. The up side: deadlines are fantastic motivators. Another thing in my corner: I fly to CA on March 16th to see one of my college roommates get married -- I'd like to enjoy the weekend and focus on happier things.
Here's to siphoning the goo in my head onto the screen of my laptop. I'm off!
