Close to five years ago I decided I wanted to get a Masters of Arts degree. I picked my school and was off to the races. My first semester, I finished no problem. My second semester I began dragging my feet, and it took me years before I was starting my third semester. It got to the point, where I had simply quit. I had thrown in the towel, and began rationalizing why I didn’t need to finish.
But then my family stepped in. One evening while they were visiting, the four people I love the most told me I needed to finish. It wasn’t a full on intervention, because no one cried, but it was pretty close. It was my brother who spoke most bluntly,
“Get off your butt and finish.”
So these last 6 months I’ve done just that. Flying through the rest of my third sememster and completing my fourth, yesterday my degree came to a close.
Having people around us in vital if we ever want to reach our goals. People to encourage us along the way. People to challenge us when we want to quit.
