The Curse of An MBA

You spend a fortune and an incredible amount of time, agony and energy to get a Masters of Business Administration. You get a piece of paper for all that, and that is supposed to make you a very marketable commodity and assure you a good salary and lifestyle. Oh sure, but what no one tells you is that forever after, all that training will stalk you mercilessly. You are doomed, doomed to spend your life calculating cost/benefit analyses!

Stories are the result of ideas and occurrences that niggle at your brain until you do something with them. Sometimes you can fit them into a book you are writing, and sometimes they just haunt you until you write them down to get rid of them. They are sort of mental earworms, but once in a while you fall in love with one because it gives you pleasure to read it and reread it. You hope it will bring pleasure to others or at least make someone ponder over it, but that is secondary to your own pleasure.

Is there such a thing as a creative mind? Is creativity a mark of genius, insanity or plain necessity? My hunch is that it is often a combination of the three with necessity leading the pack.

Have you ever heard someone pronounce that they inherited absolutely no creative talents? That is a creative statement. I wasn't aware that creative thinking is congenital although I would include personality as a factor. Is that born or developed? Good question, which is it? Moreover, as a former manager, I never met an uncreative employee when to came to explaining tardiness or absence. That would again point to necessity, at least as inspiration.

Whatever serves as the root of creative effort, it is lost without confidence. To produce something requires the risk of failure as well as the thrill of accomplishment. Failures are as important as successes because learning what doesn't work is invaluable. Our best teachers help us understand that. What does that have to do with writing or art work or the art of living? Everything, simply everything!