Missed my Friday post...
The MBA is 18 months in length. One piece of many that I missed- one piece that will be in the book that I am writing about the MBA- is how long 1.5 years is. I didn't sit down a calendar.
Take an hour. Circle everything in the calendar for the next year and a half. Because some anniversaries, some birthdays, some family trips, evening cards with friends, will be missed. Or will be rushed. Or will be compromised. Or will 'cost' you MBA time. Or you will juggle them well and feel somewhat accomplished. Can you (and your support network) tolerate the vacuum left behind when you are at your books?
The wild card- illness. Friday was lost to the boys being kicked out of daycare with inner ear infections. Not a big deal most often, but I lost Saturday and Sunday and am 'behind' my self determined schedule, already. Little things like posting this blog, prep reading, schedule making. Bigger things like sleep. Family time was kept up, but that was a challenge. Boys are better, I am now starting to catch up. As the 18 month future is planned, remember the wild cards of illness.
During the MBA break we got a two week break- we took the boys to Hotel Selkirk and I ran a 5km with Mathias and Sebastian.
But now the gears of the MBA turn. Now we march...
Sometimes Ali would stand...
It unnerved his competition...
I am sitting. This is hard, real hard. I am winded and tired. The MBA finals were a challenge, the boys were sick, sleep was hard to come by. Stress, unthought of, battered and bruised me in addition to that understood and expected...
It could be said this is halfway. The number of courses is 7 done and 6 to go. Glass half full. There is a year to go and some courses are worth 6, not 3 credits. That is assuming I stay on course, don't fail, don't drop out, don't quit. Glass half empty.
So I sit. The pendulum will swing back soon, and the preparation for the next round has to start soon. Breathe. Focus. Enjoy the moment.
You are between rounds...
Watching a boat amongst the current, following the momentum of the river, thrown amongst the rocks... an appropriate thought for this moment, as our MBA cohort prepares for two final exams on Friday.
That is my father in the back, white helmet. That is me at the front, white helmet. We are riding the wave. We committed to the ride, and at this moment, as we enter the rapids, we are enjoying the moment. This is what we paid for, this is the experience and the moment we wanted. So enjoy the ride, it won't last...
Funny how good friends...
The same old things...
Like, getting old. I never talked about getting old before.
Now I do. We chat about our scars, our bruises, our aging.
Hair. Hair colour. Hair thickness, volume, lack of.
The MBA speak to a value focus, and they really drive us to be at the 'Service' level. That was not the conversation tonight, as long time friends talked of past times and future milestones. We were chatting at the relationship level. Was comforting and nice.
But, now to get the MBA commitment done, level 4, 1 AM on a Friday night... Onwards!
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR