This week has been a blur.
Tuesday - ENT doctor appointment for boys, then MBA Client meeting (and some wins!) and MBA time.
Weds- Airport then MBA time and Lakeside bananas with Mathias and Sebastian.
Thursday- MBA time and climbed a hill with Mathias and Sebastian.
Friday- Coffee visit and MBA time.
To the single parents that work and have the MBA, I do not know how you do it.
This OMP has been a slog, but the light is at the end of the tunnel. Work has been so accommodating and the MBA client so patient. Have to take advantage of the light!
I have a few weeks in this. Time to roll up the sleeves. There may be a few more false finishes like last week, so brace myself and push hard.
I thought I was closing in on the end. I was wrong. So painfully wrong.
I met with my client and discussed the research question. The University does not agree with my primary purpose in the OMP. Effectively, I am starting over. The client and my Instructor will take on Tuesday to determine the next path.
It could be argued that some is salvageable. I hope so. On the horizon:
Extension requests are accepted 30 days or less to end of your current course. The earliest you can apply for an extension is Friday, October 06, 2017.
So tall, silent, against the sky, up into the clouds... (Moutains, Manowar)
There are no old bad mountain climbers...
They focus on safety... determination... passion... luck...
The past week was a blur. Mathias had surgery, Sebastian was sick, Heidi took a night off (rare and well deserved for her). I took a morning off to recover and then spent the afternoon tending to the boys. Both are cranky and exhibiting appropriate frustrations. Work was hopping, and my father had surgery which I could not attend. Mathias took my water glass, bit it, and filled his mouth with broken glass. While I was dealing with that sickening experience, it sounded like Sebastian fell down the stairs, but luckily it was just that he pushed the carpet cleaner down to the basement, which shattered into a million bazillion pieces. We went for a calming walk outside after that, and I shook my fist at the gods whenever the boys looked away.
I wanted this, I wanted the hardest possible path with the most rewards. I wouldn't change a thing. But holy moly, these bones are tired. One more mountain in this MBA to climb, then rest.
Six times I ran the Red Deer Marathon. Six times I met the hill. Last week I didn't write, partially because I am at the hill. As you pass 41km of 42.2km, there starts to appear the most disgusting vertical incline. The 0.5 km up is a bit of a heartbreaker, but you push, and you walk, and you struggle. At the top you can see the finish line in the near distance, and though you have spent your last bit of energy, a decline to the line is all that remains.
Last week I submitted a paper, which in hindsight, missed the mark. But I wanted so bad to be done. The writing was inappropriate and some will likely hit the cutting room floor. I chalked 9 days as the goal, making 6 before crashing emotionally, physically and cognitively. It took 2 days to recover.
But, I am closer, slowly, and though I miss another family dinner tonight and will likely be here tomorrow, I know I can do this.
Big hill or not, this is the last one. Left Right, Left Right...
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR