It All Works OutIsn't it funny how sometimes you just stumble into exactly what you need at the moment you need it? That happened to me last night. Yesterday was my best friend's 40th birthday. There was a big party in the evening with a live band and lots of people and pie (you all know how I feel about pie). There was a woman there who I'd met once before at an art show. She seemed very interesting then, but I didn't get a chance to talk to her. But I did last night. She walked into a conversation and said something about getting older and better. And I yelped. It's my theory!

{side note: Have I spoken of this before?...I can't remember. My theory is that you get cooler with age. Here's how it works: the older you get, the more experiences you get, the wiser you get, the cooler you get. That's the concept.}

Well, I explained my theory and she nodded and said that was true...Until you hit 50. Then it's all downhill. I frowned and the conversation ended soon after.

Later that evening she walked back up to me and said that she was kidding about the 50 thing. And that it was a good theory. And she said, "You know what's good? Is when you're around long enough to just know that everything is going to work out and be okay. When things circle around and even out eventually."

I stopped. I felt like things suddenly were moving in slow motion. This was what I needed to hear. I explained to her that I had recently left my job. My job that offered stability and retirement plans and regular paychecks and healthcare. That I struck out on my own and sometimes feel like I'm just flailing about. I don't know where I'm headed to, let alone how I'll get there. That sometimes I feel like I'm just pretending that this is going to work. That I am scared. But then I smiled and said that when I feel that way I try not to take it too seriously. I try to keep perspective and realize that things work out in the end...even if we don't know what that ending will be.

She nodded and patted my hand. She seemed to understand. I wanted to ask her about her life and her choices, but somehow, it didn't seem like the right time.

It felt good to admit that I was scared. And it felt good to feel some sort of relief. I needed to hear from someone with experience that it all works out. And I did.