“Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps
moving but does not make any progress.”
I am someone that is always moving. Whether it’s always walking like I’m 5 minutes late to a meeting (which I probably am) or pounding on my keyboard furiously (my husband calls it “violently”), there is some part of me always in motion.
Sitting on the couch just “vegging” is hard for me. And I say this as a perpetually sleep deprived parent of two. Even when given the opportunity to just sit there, something in me stubbornly opposes the stillness.
So I get motion. Somehow I’ve come all these years thinking that as long as I’m *doing* something, I’ll be moving forward.
Not so. It’s only recently that I’ve really understood the saying “don’t mistake motion for progress.”
It is so easy to find myself doing nothing but my small incremental tasks that “feel good” and I can cross off my list but really were just “motion”. It’s harder to stop and assess how many of my tasks actually made progress.
These are so much harder. The progress tasks take deliberate thought and discipline. They need a goal set up front and they need commitment to really ploughing through. They need checking in every so often to see if we moved.
So yeah, every time I find myself at the end of a day that I feel like was full but I wonder what I actually did, I have to remind myself not to be fooled by all the movement.