Few years ago, one of my best friends, took to a 24-hour flight to visit me. He had (still has, I should say) a brilliant career as a shoes designer. We always spend quality time together and he is one of those fiends who keeps your brain stimulated. I love that.
One night, after a lovely dinner and some good wine, we started to speak about regrets. He said this:
“I really enjoy what I’m doing. However, my biggest regret is not having a degree.”
In my head that sounded like one of those massive gongs going off in a Buddhist temple.
Back in the days, I studied accounting. When I finished, I started a degree in Psychology, did a bunch of exams but never completed it. Time goes by, I started a career and most importantly a family. In this scenario, most of the people assume that going back to Uni is impossible. Days are so full on! When you get home at night you just feel like watching a movie on the couch. With a nice glass of Pinot Noir, obviously. ;- ) That was me.
Anyway, a couple of weeks after that night, the gong was still echoing inside my head. I was exactly in my friend’s position. I was enjoying what I was doing but regretting the fact that I did not fully completed a degree. I could not let it go for some reasons.
