I finally have words.
My mum used to say that your goals must slightly exceed your grasp, or what is a heaven for?
For 610 days I worked on my MBA. I wrote papers, I worked with teams, I read stacks of journal articles. It wasn’t life-changing like it was for many of my classmates. It was a job. I’m good at jobs. You figure out what needs to be done and you grind it out.
I was so very melancholy.
I crept out during the final event; everyone was celebrating and I didn’t feel like I belonged. I caught the last ferry out of Victoria. I told them I just needed to go home; really, I needed to understand. I drove through the night, through a blizzard; searching for answers and trying to find words. I’ve held myself together for two weeks, telling myself that I would find the words.
And I have.
I wanted my effort to slightly exceed my grasp. That’s what makes my life worth living. Not just doing the job but the moment when I make that really big stretch and grab hold. The moment when I stand a bit taller because of the stretch.
Those are the moments that change me, transform me.
For two years I put in time and effort, but there was never a stretch.
I won’t be standing taller.