Between Deadlines and Dreams: Why I’m Finishing This MBA Even When I’m Tired

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Between Deadlines and Dreams: Why I’m Finishing This MBA Even When I’m Tired

Let me be honest.

I’m exhausted.
Not just physically, but emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually.
Right now, I’m staring at a half-written thesis, a blinking cursor, and a coffee cup that’s been reheated three times.

I’m not here to glamorize the grind. I’m here to tell you that this is hard. And some days, I question why I even started this MBA journey in the first place.

But here’s the truth: I will finish it. Not just because I started it—but because I deserve to see myself cross that finish line.

This degree isn’t just a title. It’s a testimony.

A testimony that I showed up—after office hours, in between deadlines, even while carrying personal battles no one else could see.

It’s a testimony of every sleepless night I spent juggling work, life, and academic responsibilities. Of every moment I doubted my capacity, only to find strength I didn’t know I had.

And it’s a quiet reminder that while the journey wasn’t perfect, it was real. And I grew.

Yes, I’m cramming. But I’m also creating.

Every page I write now—no matter how pressured, no matter how last-minute—is still a step forward. It may not be as polished as I dreamed it to be, but it's progress. It’s proof that even at my most tired, I am still choosing to continue.

And that matters.

Because this MBA was never about perfection. It was about growth, discipline, and proving to myself that I can thrive under pressure—and still serve others while doing it.

If you’re like me, cramming your thesis and questioning your sanity, hear this:

  • You don’t need to feel inspired every day. You just need to keep going.

  • Your “why” doesn’t have to shout. Sometimes it whispers: “You’ve come this far. Don’t stop now.”

  • You’re not lazy. You’re just tired—and resting is not the same as quitting.

What keeps me going?

  • A future where I look back and say, “That was one of the hardest seasons of my life—but I made it.”

  • The students and colleagues I serve, who unknowingly remind me that leadership demands growth.

  • The quiet dreams I carry. The ones that only I understand. The ones that tell me this degree is a key—not just a medal.

So to anyone cramming, crying, or just trying:

Finish it.

Crawl if you have to. Cry while you type. Eat the snacks. Take the naps. Use every ounce of stubbornness you’ve got.

But finish it—not because everything is perfect—but because you are worth completing.

The world needs leaders who didn’t give up.

This MBA is not just a Master’s Degree—it’s a masterpiece of persistence.

And when I walk across that stage, I won't just be celebrating a title.
I’ll be celebrating the version of myself that refused to quit.

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