So last week I had a bit of a panic about this whole MBA thing. Thoughts like “What am I getting myself into?” were followed up by “I’m getting in waaaay over my head!” and “You know what would be a lot easier than doing this? Not doing this.” And then I realized that I have had the *exact* same feeling of panic – and thought the *exact* same panicky thoughts – before. This is the exact same way that I felt in the weeks leading up to the Longest Game for Cystic Fibrosis. When it started to get close, it started to get real. I realized what a monumental thing I was about to embark on – and I was scared. I started to doubt my ability to survive a 10 day long game of hockey. And now that the start of school is getting real, I’m having the same feelings. I knew when I decided to apply to the program that, if I got in, I’d be spending *a lot* of time in class and *a lot* of time doing homework. I knew that I would have to make some changes to my life – prioritizing school and eliminating some of the other things that I do1. But now that my first classes are just a few weeks away – now that I’m getting schedules and textbook lists and workshop syllabi – it’s hitting me that I’m about to embark on a pretty monumental thing – and I’m a bit scared.
Of course, I did survive my 10-day long hockey game. And not only did I survive it, but it is one the best things I have ever done in my whole life. I made a tonne of amazing friends, I proved to myself that I could last through something that shouldn’t even be humanly possible, I had fun2, I set a world record, and, most importantly, I helped raise lots of awareness and money for Cystic Fibrosis. And remembering that helps ease my panic now, because I know that I can do this too. Will it be a lot of work? Hells yeah it will. Will it take sacrifice? You betcha! But will it be worth it? I have no doubt in my mind. It’s going to be a wild ride, but one that I think I’m ready for!