I have not completed any draft by today. All the written text is completed, but lists of drawings have managed to bogged me down.
I have whined in despair with my husband all this morning, up until the time I have to dragged myself to campus.
In the lift lobby I met an accomplished senior lecturer. She was my examiner during my confirmation exam.
She asked, “So you are close to submission?”
I told her my date (which is due in a week). I then wallowed that I still have endless things to do.
She listened emphatically–grinning with all these familiar complains of a PhD student–before saying that I just need to keep working and keep my confidence.
It will feel endless, she said, but she adds, “You will see that in the end the satisfaction is also remarkable.”
I’ll keep that in mind.