I can find the date where I began to be overwhelmed with the MBA and the rest of it. November 16, 2016. That was when my diligence with monitoring my progress faded.
The last few months, and some of the courses, are a blur. The hiring of 25 contractors to full time, the reorganization, Christmas. But I made it, and the finish line is closer.
Landed yesterday in Victoria, slept 12 hours. Next assignment is due in 8 days. H and the boys are in good shape with support, work has been delegated to someone really amazing, and I am unpacked and reading.
Today would be a fine day to bury this final paper and close this chapter of the MBA. I am not even close to being done. Frustrating, but every day I move closer, I suppose.
But it is time to shift focus. Royal Roads University Residence is next weekend. All this will have to wait until I am back. Residence should not be too hard, however, I am tired, and if the challenge of residence overwhelms... well, I best not expect too much of myself.
And it is Father's Day tomorrow. It is a special day for me, because my father means so much to me. As he was tending to his mother's failing health, my father was receiving treatment at the hospital, and still was giving me a lift when Heidi was caught at work. His character is so caring and giving, and words fail me on how best to express my gratitude. I aspire to be as kind, patient and understanding as him. I love you dad, I think of you often.
This MBA journey would not be possible without the help from you.
Well, the funeral has come and gone...
A new manager and our HR shop had a mini-reorg...
My Final Proposal climbed from 40% to 50%...
The boys are healthy and my wife is healthy and making it through this...
My trip to Victoria is planned and all is sorted, just have to pack...
There are bumps in the roads, and when I am off the road there are brambles... but I can finish this...
Well, you likely don't start a journey like the MBA and schedule to lose a few days for a funeral. My Oma passed away last week, and today we said our good byes.
But it happens, and we say our good byes, and then pick ourselves up, and carry on.
Good-bye Oma. You are amazing to me. I will celebrate your memory.
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR