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catching my breath – a list

3 Nov

a) It’s totally surreal to think a year ago I was stressing out about applying to business school. Surreal. There are some days I struggle to remember what life was like before I was a student.

b)I’ve made it to our second quarter! I survived my first round of classes and finals. Like I suspected, the quant classes totally kicked my booty.

c) A few notes for myself:
– have more confidence in your work. your classmates are amazing, but you have great experience/knowledge, too!
– it’s okay not to do everything.
– don’t be afraid to fail.

I’m scared to look at my 30 in 30 list. I feel like it’s only going to stress me out.


figuring it all out

12 Apr

So, for the most part, I feel like a MBA is the right path for me.   I’ve spent months defining why I need an MBA, why now is the right time, and why each of the programs I’ve applied is the only place that will help me in my future.    I know this.   I know this answer.

But, since I’ve gotten accepted into these programs, I’ve started to question a little the choice to go to business school.  The amount of debt that I would accrue seems insurmountable.  And the fact that I’m on the older end of the spectrum makes it seem like it may not be the best life choice.   I did some mental math yesterday (it turns out the math that I’m best at is seeing how old I am), and I’ll graduate with my MBA when I’m 31–assuming I can finish my dual degree in 2 years.  Then, the assumption would be that I would take a nice job somewhere and work for two years, putting me at 33, before I could realistically start a family.  Which is fine.  A lot of women are starting families later in life, and for the most part I feel okay about this.  I mean, there’s a part of me that’s always thought I’d have kids by the time I was 30, but clearly, it’s not going to happen (it’s not even on my 30 in 30 list).   And, when I look at my peers’ lives, on facebook or in person, a lot of us are in the same age-range and no closer to leading what I’ve always assumed to be “adult” lives.

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