It All Works Out

There have been many moments in my life where I was not sure how things would work out.

My freshman year of college I fretted over a $1000 tuition balance left over after scholarships and loans kicked in. I had no job at that point and hadn’t heard back from any of the work study jobs I had applied to on campus.

Suddenly I received word that a $1000 scholarship would be given to me from the junior golf association I had played in for several years in my teens. I had always hoped for it, but it was far from a sure thing. Then the next month I was hired as a website developer for a department on campus and this paid more than I expected to earn with a work study job.

It all worked out.

When that job eventually ended I again fretted about tuition costs for the next semester. I was then unexpectedly called about a job I hadn’t even applied for on campus but somehow my name was in the system (from applying to other jobs). A quick interview later and I was hired. Enough money to pay for costs that semester.

It all worked out.

When THAT job ended I again worried about tuition costs for the next semester. I was lucky enough to find freelance work and several months later was brought on board to the university’s tech department–it was a gig I had hoped for and I was able to parlay it into 2.5 years of technology support experience which was pivotal in establishing my IT career after school.

It all worked out.

I worried at various times how I would graduate from college in under 3.5 years, how I’d pay for extra classes during the spring/summer months to accomplish this, and how I’d manage a 20-30 hour per week job with 14-18 credit hours semester.

Somehow it all worked out.

You’d think by this point I would be able to trust more easily that things would work out and, you know, worry a little less. Of course, I kept worrying.

Post-college I was thrust into an economy that was still recovering from our generation’s great recession. Jobs nearby in my field were not so plentiful and I decided at some point that I really didn’t want to commute, that I really didn’t even want to work outside a home office.

I had no idea how I’d pay the bills and even more importantly, how I’d pay those pesky student loans that came from college.

Then I was hired for a remote work gig. Then another. Then another. I strung together 3 gigs working 50-60 hours per week and was soon earning far more than what a local company had offered me to be their traveling tech support person.

It all worked out.

In time I scaled back to one job but eventually decided that I needed to further my career. I had no idea how, but then it happened. I found a great job with a great growing company.

I moved into a different area of web development–SEO–and absorbed a lot of information in the 3 years I spent with that company. I went from basic SEO knowledge to advanced.

It all worked out.

And now 3 years later I’m again at a stage where I worry about the next step of starting my own business. I worry that I’m making a mistake and I worry about how it’s all going to work out. Which is ridiculous because if my past shows anything, it’s that in some strange way, it all works out.

Worry less, trust more. It will all work out.

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