The first book I ever read (ok, listened to, I’m all about audiobooks now I’m a mother) about money mindset poked me.
It made me properly uncomfortable.
I didn’t even finish it the first time.
And I definitely didn’t do the suggested homework.
But something kept me coming back to that book.
Something had been sparked inside me, a teeny tiny flicker of a flame. A small flame of belief that maybe I could change my financial reality. Maybe I didn’t always have to feel like there was never enough.
It took me quite some time to realise that my resistance to the concepts in the book, the reason I would feel a bit… well, ick… after listening to a chapter was because I was being forced to confront something.
I was being forced to confront the fact that I had been letting fear get in the way of my success in life.
I was being forced to confront the fact that I held limiting beliefs about money.
If you aren’t confident in what you do, what you are offering, and how much you charge; how can a prospective client be?