I remember one day I was waiting at the traffic lights just near my university and looking over at the campus. I was trying to imagine a life where I wasn’t studying. A life when the PhD was finished. I thought to myself “ok, remember this moment because one day you will finish.”
At that stage I was only a couple of years or so in and the idea of finishing just seemed like something that was too far away to entertain. There were a million, billion, even trillion little steps that needed to be taken before I could even contemplate handing in a completed thesis.
But it’s the little decisions that you make each day that really count. So many mornings of dragging myself awake, after very little sleep, to do even half an hour of work while the kids were still sleeping. Staying up that little bit longer at night to do a few tasks. Missing out on various things just because ‘that is the only time I get to work’. All of these little decisions, little sacrifices (though at the time they don’t feel little and perhaps actually aren’t little but it suits my theme so I am going with it…) add up to big progress as the years go on. And eventually it is finished.
So I was really excited when my parents brought me this t-shirt back from San Francisco…