Trusting the Universe

I quit my full-time job yesterday around 9:02 a.m. Ever the pragmatist, my mom asked if it was smart to resign before I had a concrete job offer. I said that I would rather be writing and would find a way to make it work. In typical fatherly fashion, my dad said, "you gotta do what you gotta do." So I did: I trusted in my survival (and self-marketing) skills and took a leap of faith. Then I got an offer for a full-time copywriting position* around 1:02 p.m. This (and the invention of low-fat Doritos) proves that the universe is inherently good.
*Admittedly, I had a hunch because I'd been on some interviews, but, as mom pointed out, it could have been a disaster.