When I was little I remember key phrases that my mother would repeat that would drive me crazy.

“Life isn’t fair.” and “No.” being two of them.

She always had a way of saying just the thing that made me want to throw hard objects. Ten years later and I realized that most of the things she said? They were right. (Note: I said most) Now I find myself repeating these same phrases to my child knowing that he wants to throw hard objects at me and that one day he will say these things too.

As I got older I found that other people knew how to say just the thing to get under my skin.

Last night I spoke to a group of people that are  just about to graduate college. They are about to be handed a degree and pushed into the world scared stiff that they won’t have a job when they leave. I told them my story of finding a job and gave them tips based on things that I did and the things that I have seen. I talked about the changing workforce and how the way you find jobs has significantly changed. I tried to give them advice that not everyone else has given them.

I remember being deathly afraid that I would be un-employed forever. Not that I didn’t have skills but that noone would hire me. I was paralyzed with fear.

It was in these times that people would talk about certain things that would make me want to punch them in the face. (Metaphorically of course)

People would talk about how they found their job. How things kind of fell into place and one thing led to another and suddenly they were living their dream. I still roll my eyes and kind of want to gag when I hear these stories. Really? It all just fell into place? And then my fearful college mind would spin out of control. ThatIsNeverGoingToHappenToMeAndNooneWantsToHireMe. OHMYGODIMGOINGTOBEHOMELSS.

And then people would talk about working from home and the challenges that come with working from home. It was then that I would imagine them in their pajams on conference calls and I instantly wanted to kick them in their shins for complaining.

(note: I am not normally this violent. It was the fear of being homeless ok?)

And then last night they were asking me questions about how I got into the field I am in. They were asking more questions about my job. And I heard myself tell this story about how it all fell into place. How I wasn’t looking to turn anything in social media into a career when I started and it just happened. I talked about meeting my boss and bumping into her at a conference and re-introducing myself to her and landing an internship. And as I was telling this story I realized that I was telling the same kind of story that used to make me want to punch people in the face. (metaphorically)

And then I made a comment about the challenges of working from home.

It was one of those moments when you see the world full circle and you realized that you turned into everything that you once hated.

But here is the deal?

Things will fall into place.

Look for the job. Keep working on the things you love. Find opportunities doing the things that you love because most of the time if you love doing something you are really good at it. Show people the things that you have done and find people who are doing what you want to be doing.

This post just got reeeal hippy dippy.

{I will be recapping my talk last night shortly. Stay Tuned.}