Freelancing and Fate

May I dabble in a little fatalism for a sec?

I'm the last person to buy that destiny mumbo-jumbo or that predetermined life philosophy, but a couple of recurring phenomena (if you will) have made me think twice. These, I'm sure, happen to others. But I think they become glaring when you're a freelancer, when you don't get to enjoy the full security of a 'kinsenas'.

ONE:
SECONDS BEFORE DOOM... THE PHONE RINGS.

That impeccable perfect timing. Something always saves the day just before you collapse into a puddle of pathetic mess.

TWO:
YOU HIT THE JACKPOT... FOR A REASON.

Strangely, every time you start planning for things you might regret later, something happens to straighten you out.

Do these happen to you? Because they do to me a great deal. Like clockwork.

I'm not here to offer an explanation. You have horoscopes, palm readers, and crystal balls for that. But I can offer a reason. These things happen to remind us to 'calm our tits' and to 'get a grip'. There is order and security in a crazy business like freelancing as long as we know how to believe in ourselves, and how to control ourselves.
If we can't... well... we'll just have to be reminded again, I guess.

Goosebumps, huh?


*This post is inspired by one profound conversation during downtime at a shoot