There is time for everything. A time to begin and a time to end. Yesterday “officially” marked my last day as an MBA student as my final semester result was released.
It’s been 2 years of labour. Two years of pursuit. You can’t understand the feeling. No, you can’t, no matter how much I write about it.
Anything (struggle, labour etc) that does not kill you only makes you stronger. Truly, I feel stronger. I remember people telling me I will burn out before the end of the program if I continue to live on that schedule. Fast forward 2 years, I live.
It was very tough combining different things with my studies (a free choice I made). Many times, the struggle overwhelm me. Sometimes in my tears I drowned (for several reasons) but I never let it get me down.
I am deeply grateful to all those who made this possible. Those who were supportive all through this journey. I can’t even start listing. To the most responsive and caring set of lecturers in my institution, all I can say is thank you. What of my colleagues? The new friends I made. Thank you for being part of the journey and for making it worthwhile. We had our good times and the bad times, but whether good or bad, it’s all part of the story. I am grateful.
No better feeling than looking back in your hustle and seeing a very supportive family. Nothing beats that. To the best dad and mum and my siblings, I am grateful.
Surely, I cannot forget this 2 years so easily. Never.
Now, let the hustle begin