You Just Believe That It Will
There’s so much power in believing that everything will work out — even when you don’t know how or when.
I’ve felt that for as long as I can remember.
Not because I was confident.
Definitely not because I was fearless.
But because once I said I’d do something, I meant it.
Stepping Into Something Bigger Than Me
When I was 18, I took over my Gran’s directorship in A1 Coaches.
Eighteen.
Not because it was planned.
Not because it was ambition.
But because my Gran’s health wasn’t great anymore, and my Grandad asked me to step in.
He asked me.
The fact my Grandad felt I was capable meant more than anything.
Even more so because I didn’t fully believe it myself at the time.
And the thought of doing something in return for both my Gran and Grandad meant more than words could ever say.
They were always there for us.
Always steady.
Always good to us.
So when I said yes, it wasn’t just about a business.
It was about honouring them.
This Was Never the Original Plan
At the same time, I was at college doing a Sports Leadership course.
Not because it was some big career plan — but because I didn’t get the grades to go to university.
That bothered me more than I probably let on.
I’d always thought I’d become a PE teacher.
That was the picture in my head.
That felt right for me.
Running a coach company?
That was never part of the plan.
But life doesn’t really care what plan you had.
Sometimes it doesn’t ask what you want to do —
it asks what you’re willing to step up and carry.
Saying Yes Without Knowing How It Would Go
I said yes.
Not because I felt ready.
Not because I felt capable.
But because I believed I could learn as I went.
I believed that if I worked hard, I’d figure things out.
That if I stayed honest, I’d grow into the role.
That if I showed up every day, things would slowly start to make sense.
I didn’t know how it would work out.
I didn’t know when it would feel easier.
I just believed that it would — somehow.
And that belief carried me through the bits where confidence was nowhere to be seen.
Saying Yes Came With a Cost
What I didn’t have back then were people skills.
Or much life experience.
Or any real understanding of how to manage personalities much bigger than mine.
I didn’t know how to handle difficult conversations.
I didn’t know how to navigate opinions, egos, or expectations.
And I definitely didn’t know how to protect relationships while making decisions other people didn’t agree with.
Because not everyone approved of me saying yes.
Some people questioned it.
Some doubted me.
Some didn’t understand why I’d take it on at all.
And some relationships changed — or were lost — because of that choice.
That part was hard.
Harder than the workload.
Harder than the responsibility.
I didn’t just grow into a role —
I grew up through it.
Learning on the Job — and Growing Up Fast
Those early years weren’t glamorous.
They were heavy.
Heavy with responsibility.
Heavy with doubt.
Heavy with the pressure of wanting to do things right.
I made mistakes.
Plenty of them.
I learned the hard way more often than I’d like to admit.
I carried a lot quietly because I thought that’s what you were supposed to do.
But without really realising it at the time, I grew into it.
Not because I suddenly felt sure of myself.
But because I didn’t walk away.
Looking Back Now
When I look at that photo of me and my Gran standing beside the wedding cars, I don’t see someone out of her depth anymore.
I see trust.
I see a young girl taking on responsibility before she really understood what it meant — but determined to keep her end of the stick.
I see someone who didn’t feel ready — but showed up anyway.
And I’m proud of her.
Not because she got everything right.
But because she’s still here.
Still trying. 😁
Why This Still Matters
I still don’t always know how things will work out.
I still don’t always know when.
But I do know this:
Belief isn’t about pretending everything’s fine.
It’s about trusting yourself to deal with whatever comes next.
It’s knowing that even without the full picture, you’ve got enough grit, enough honesty, and enough heart to handle it.
Sometimes belief starts long before proof shows up.
Sometimes it starts at 18.
With responsibility you didn’t plan for.
With a dream that quietly changed shape.
With trust placed in you before you felt ready.
You just believe that it will.
And more often than not — it does.