So I woke up feeling glum - I have crazy dream recall, and in last night's nightmare I went crawling back to my old job, defeated. I could feel my shame at the failure of not having found clients. Although I managed to successfully renegotiate my position with my old boss and secure a more visible success path, my internal dialogue kept reminding me I was a failure.
Then I woke up. By 10 o'clock this morning I was able to successfully pitch to a very lucrative prospective client. Aside from that, my week's work calendar now includes two additional prospective client meetings and laying out the draft for two paid assignments.
By the time this morning's phone call was done, I realized I'd made some pretty impressive strides, and that was just the beginning.
Now I have gratitude for myself and my support system, and pride at those accomplishments. Also, a slight headache. Stupid low pressure system.
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