Conflicted... utterly and abstractly conflicted is how I am feeling as I sail to the end of this degree. The last 2 1/2 years have offered up the fullest spectrum of experiences - and not all higher education related but all strung together under the umbrella of "The MBA". And now it is slipping into that good night. Oodles of hours of "free" time in which to pursue not-so-free hobbies (dressage, tennis, opera & guitar lessons), but the temptation to stagnate will always be lurking. With a brain like this, you have to keep it fed or it becomes obstinate, furry, and infinitely more perverse.
At first, so many books... so many books that I need and want to read. So many projects demanding satisfaction. The time will be filled nicely, but then things will dwindle. Free time will become scarce - the lesson will have to be repeated. I've thought about the PhD at Oxford. Something exotic, abstruse, esoteric.
Most of my circle believe I should be ecstatic to see the end of this tunnel... but then I'm back in the wide open... still no clear path unfolded. But is it mine to question the nature of a universe unrevealed?
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