During the crash scene, there are people on the plane being
ripped from the plane while others sit, bracing for the worst...
Some of the amazing people I met in Victoria last year at
the beginning of my MBA will not be there in June. The schedule is hard, but also, life gets in the way. I am fortunate to have support from my manager John, from my company, my family, friends, my wife.
I am closing off two more courses this weekend... time to be tested... time to have my heart tested... I plan to be in Victoria in June and again in November. It won't be easy. And I will miss those who are not with us as we close off the MBA.
I plan to help those who are taking a longer path to the completion of their MBA. But after I get through my trial. Just because you are ripped out of the plane doesn't mean you can't finish this MBA. And two months from now, when I finish two more courses, I will then finish my OMP. Then convocation. Then I will start my book to help other MBA students so they can succeed.
Now is the time to use my seatbelt though...
Well, what is today costing me?
I am not with the kidlets and +1. I am not visiting family or friends. I am not consulting. I am not resting and relaxing from a long week of work.
I spent a few bucks on this course. I spent a few bucks on this coffee. I spent a few bucks to get here to Starbucks to study.
But if I am successful, the future will be different. Well, not 'if', 'when'. So best get to it.
November 9, 2017 is the convocation. Now is not the time to assess the costs. Now is the time to spend and be successful.
Dig, sweat, dig... wipe the brow, focus, dig.... swing the shovel... don't look up, not yet...
The MBA that keeps giving!
I had a list with 13 courses. At 6 I declared us almost halfway. People called me nutters.
Well, that is because there is 15 courses. As 608 and 632 march to a (successful?) close, and as I look to the horizon, yup, I missed two specialization courses. There are two courses online yet, then one in residence, and my OMP.
Dig in Dieter, dig in. Probably better that I held false optimism for a few months! There is still daylight today... dig... dig... sweat... dig...
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR