It’s taken me 6 years to get to where I am now. That’s not 6 years of planning, no, it’s 6 years. 6 years since I graduated with an MBA from the Mannheim Business School. 6 years since graduating, that I finally hit the salary I expected before starting, and 6 years since graduating that I finally can make strides towards what I went in for.
It’s been over 4 years since returning to San Francisco, after leaving Germany and struggling to survive with extended family outside of Philadelphia. 4 years since setting a new plan for myself. 4 years of fighting to make a place for myself, and 4 years of breaking things (myself included) to be able to achieve a single goal. And 4 years of attempting to escape from paralyzing debt, to the point where I am finally starting to save a couple of dollars.
If you break down these goals, I really haven’t even achieved what I wanted yet. 6 years ago I wanted to be a consultant, 4 years ago an investment banker, and now I finally have the chance to break into these roles. It’s crazy to me that it took so long. I really haven’t had too many breaks along this journey and I don’t think I have so many more.
To get here, I really had to make meticulous plans and budgets. I had to evaluate and constantly re-evaluate my status and personal well-being. I started a second Master’s degree (in data science). I studied my ass off on a variety of subjects (CFA, CMA, various coding languages), spent a lot of money (Investment Banking classes, programming classes, paying off debt), and chased a variety of rabbit holes (side consulting, side projects, einzigly) with various success/failure in an attempt to create some luck for myself.
After reading my sister’s latest blog post: "Author’s Notes" (http://jasminemartin.space/explorationofself/authorsnotes), I see some aspects of my own journey that she is facing herself. I want to reach out to her but I remember where I was then and where I am now. It’s up to her to find her own journey and no matter what I say it’ll always be her decisions that move her forward.
It took 6 years to get the first chance. I’m thankful for all those who helped, and I cannot say I have much regret about the decisions I made. I broke some eggs, but I’ve always tried to make the best decisions with all of the information I had at the time. 6 years is a long time to get where I wanted to go, and I haven’t even gotten there yet. I still have debt (car loan, tuition, credit cards), but I am going to continue to try to make the best decisions I can with the information I have available to me; luck must be created. 4 years of pushing to earn, and I see the light. It’s another 4 years away.