Sometimes in life you have to do crazy things...and sometimes you have to think twice

When I earned my master's degree from West Virginia University two years ago, I made a solemn vow that I would never again be a college student.

While I am immensely proud of my M.S. in Integrated Marketing Communications, it was a struggle to get there. Anyone who has ever worked full time while going to graduate school and trying to maintain some semblance of a life will tell you it's a challenging and exhausting business.

So imagine my surprise when I recently found myself on the phone with an admissions representative from the University of Kansas inquiring about their online MBA program. 

And when I came this close to applying.

It has only been 27 months since I finished my capstone project at West Virginia and collapsed in a tired and emotionally drained heap. Granted, some of those drained emotions stemmed from losing my mother and mother-in-law in a span of 18 days that summer of 2020, but school still had an awful lot to do with it.

My reasons for considering an MBA as I near the ripe old age of 53 were many, including:

• I love learning. I really do. As physically and mentally draining as an MBA program would be, I embrace the thought of becoming more well-versed in finance, accounting, statistics, management, ethics, etc.
  
  
• I've never been formally trained in business. My undergraduate degree was in English and History, and I really only entered the world of corporate/business communications in 1999. I've learned a lot since then, but an advanced business education would likely do wonders for me professionally.
  
  
• I'm reading a book by my favorite health expert, Dr. Mike Roizen of The Cleveland Clinic, called "The Great Age Reboot." The book's premise is that we are right on the verge of incredible medical breakthroughs that are likely to extend our lives significantly, i.e., in many cases well into our 100s.

To that last point, I've always hoped I would live a relatively healthy 85-90 years then fade away quickly and quietly. And that may end up being the case. But given recent advances in gene therapy and treatment of what were formerly fatal chronic diseases, there's a possibility I'm only halfway through my time on this mortal coil. Which means I may need 30 or more years' worth of savings once I retire. Which in turn means I may need to work longer than I realize.

And if I have to work into my 70s, I'm going to need all of the knowledge and professional development I can get. Thus the notion of getting a second master's degree in the form of an MBA.

Materion Corporation, my employer, has a generous tuition reimbursement benefit. And Kansas' online MBA program is not only highly rated but also highly convenient with its asynchronous classes, eight-week terms and willingness to allow students to take semesters off.

I could probably do the whole thing in about 3 1/2 years.

But ultimately I chose against it. I'm still relatively new in my job, and while it has been an absolute dream so far, there's a lot of mental effort that goes into doing it well. And my side hustle of sports PA announcing – which is more of a hobby than a "side hustle," really – gets more time consuming with each passing year.

Then there's the matter of spending time with my wife of 30 years. Not so long ago, we were a household of seven people, with all of the attendant chaos and effort. Now it's just Terry, our youngest child Jack, and me. And in a few years, it will just be Terry and me.

I hitched my wagon to the Terry Train decades ago, and it remains the best decision I ever made. It's a connection that demands time and attention, both of which would likely suffer if I pursued that MBA, even if only for a few years.

All of which is to say I'm fine with the life I'm living right now, thank you very much. I can always read books, attend webinars and pursue other avenues to gain business knowledge.

Over the years I have jumped feet first into a wide range of personal and professional experiences, and I don't regret any of them. Sometimes we benefit most from saying "yes" to the seemingly improbable, or even the impossible.

But other times we have to consider the risk-benefit ratio and whether it's worth getting into something over our heads. In this case, I've decided the status quo is best, and it's a decision I imagine will be permanent when it comes to getting an MBA.

Of course, two years ago I thought my heartfelt "never again" in regard to grad school was also permanent, so who knows?

Sometimes crazy is good. And sometimes crazy is...well, crazy.

On grad school, blogging and Cleveland sports championships

Hello. It's nice to see you again. It hasn't really been that long (a little more than three months), but I feel like we haven't talked in forever.

The following things have happened since March 25th, the date of this blog's last post:

• I started school and completed classes in public relations theory & ethics, and public relations management.
• I decided to quit school.
• I went to Europe, and over the 10 days I was there, two of the sports teams that I support passionately won championships. (NOTE: I puzzled a bit over how to construct that sentence. In the event, it almost seems as if "passionately" describes the way those teams won their championships. And I'm sure they were passionate. What I meant, though, is that those are teams I passionately support.)
• I came back from Europe, and now I'm on vacation in Delaware.

To that last point, I'm sitting with my laptop on the patio of our rental condo in Bethany Beach, Delaware. It's nearly 80 degrees at 9 in the morning and very humid, but I love being outside, drinking my coffee, and doing a little writing.

That is, after all, the point of vacation, right? You do things you love, and maybe do them with people you love. I get to do both this week.

We'll be going to the beach, of course, and there's a nice pool right outside of our condo. I am not, it has been documented, much of a water sports guy. But I'm going to be in my bathing suit every day because I think in recent years I've somehow gotten away from being Fun Dad.

When the kids were little, I think I was Fun Dad. I did all sorts of Fun Dad things, from swimming with them to playing kickball with them to riding bikes and whatever.

Then, for reasons I can't quite identify, I got away from being Fun Dad. I became Serious Stressed Dad. Not good. Yeah, work got more intense, and I stupidly added the graduate school thing, but there really are no excuses. I feel like I have lost time to make up for. Maybe this vacation is a start.

As for the grad school thing, what can I say? I tried it, and I loved it. Or at least, I loved the material. And the writing. And even the heavy academic journal reading. But the time it took? I hated that. I hated that with a passion.

So I weighed my options, and on balance it seemed best to just walk away. And I have. Yesterday I completed my final class assignment, and I have no plans to return to the program any time soon.

Everyone tells you, "Oh, don't worry, you'll find time for it someday." And maybe I will. But for now I'm at peace with the decision to hang it up.

Because I really just need to live life, you know? I need to spend time with my family. I need to sit and think. Sit and read. Sit and...do nothing sometimes, I guess. I hardly ever do any of those things, but now is the time to get back to them.

I am one of those people who always feels the need to fill up any Time Vacuum that exists in my life. I quit doing this? Great! I can start doing that! Only recently has it occurred to me that you don't have to do "that." You're allowed to have stretches of free time in which you just live and breathe and grow and be.

So that's what I promise to start doing. Which is why I'm not going to bring this blog back on any regular basis. I'll occasionally dash off a post or two, but I'm not doing the three-days-a-week thing or whatever. I hope you'll still come back to read my very sporadic missives, because I so appreciate it when you do.

Finally, the sports championships...I don't know what to say, because this is entirely new territory for me and for every person over the last 50-plus years who has supported a Cleveland-based professional athletic team. With the exception of the old indoor soccer Cleveland Crunch, none of those teams had won a title since 1964 until my beloved Lake Erie Monsters and Cleveland Cavaliers did it a week or so apart recently.

And I was on another continent for both title-clinching games. The Monsters won the American Hockey League's Calder Cup while I slept peacefully in a London hotel, while the Cavs miraculously came back from a 3-1 series deficit to beat the vaunted Golden State Warriors while Elissa, Chloe and I were snoozing in Barcelona.

As a Cleveland sports fan of my generation, you defined yourself by resiliency. That's all we had was next year. We came back again and again, and usually the reward was just more misery. And now...we won. My teams are the best. I would write more about this, but I can't even grasp what it means. Maybe there's another post in me at some point in the future once I come to terms with the whole thing. It's just stunning.

Suffice it to say, this is a weird and delightfully wacky time in my life, and in the life of the whole Tennant family. We're on summer break, vacation is starting out wonderfully (other than the bedbugs Jared found in his bed last night...really), and the chaos that is normally July for us won't start in earnest for another week or so.

I am blessed. And so are you in some way, I'm guessing.

That's all we can ask for. And so it goes.