Today is the first day of the last class I need to earn my MBA. I think we all have lived long enough to realize that with the end of a chapter a new one starts. Sometimes we know what’s coming next and other times we are walking blindfolded leaning on faith with a keen ear to the heavens listening for that small, still voice regarding which direction to go. I have no idea what is coming next with the completion of this task but at this very moment I am so proud of myself for starting this process and finishing it amongst all of the tomfoolery, foolishness, and mayhem that reared its ugly head in the two and half years it took me to finish.
See, when I started this journey I had big dreams for my pending MBA status. I would doodle my name with a comma behind it and the letters MBA. I was going to climb the corporate ladder and lead meetings and throw around the fact that I had a masters degree, because at the time the perception of what people thought of those that had an MBA in my mind overpowered the enormous amount of dedication and will power that it takes to start and finish something in the face of adversity and life changes.
That fantasy, la la land that I was living in got dealt a swift kick in the gut when my mother died only four months into the program. She wanted this for me, I started this for her, but somehow she bowed out gracefully before I even got started good. When she left I knew finishing wasn’t an option. There were nights when I thought my laptop might short circuit from the enormous amount of tears that fell on my keyboard while typing assignments through tear blurred vision…I kept typing. At times I was working 50+hours a week, I didn’t eat on my lunch breaks, or I typed waiting on my flights, or muted conference calls typing vigorously at my desk so when I got home they would have my undivided attention..I slept when I found time. I cried some nights when it was 3a and I had to get ready for work and mentally prepare myself for a 2 hour commute that started at 6a…I kept reading. I kept the party going, and tried to never let them see me sweat, and look at me now..I FINISHED!!!
Soooo….all that jazz about spewing around my accomplishments and putting MBA behind my name is now a bunch of stupidity in my current mind space. I could care less if someone had MBA, GED or STUPID behind their name. What really matters is the G O O D that we put forth in this life in taking care of our obligations, chasing our dreams and helping others. If I want anyone to know me as anything, I’ll put DREAM CHASER behind my name. That garners more acclaim than any level of education, or career accomplishment in my book. Don’t get me wrong higher education is a great thing to have for those who want it, and I have since learned to respect those who have taken the journey for their level of dedication and not the fact that they have a piece of paper or letters behind their name because many start but never finish many things in life independent of educational aspirations.
In ten weeks, I’ll get the tangible representation of my hardwork and dedication in paper form and I will leave it at my mothers grave, and I’ll take the knowledge and start a new journey…right now I don’t know where it will lead me but as the old folks used to say…I think I’ll run on and see what the end gonna be!!!
Mommy, this one’s for you!!!
What have you started and finished in the face of adversity that can evoke a smile and tears at the same time?
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