When a friend of mine found out what I charge for a call:
Him: “Now that’s charging what you’re worth.”
Me: “No. I charge what turns me on.”
Which can change at any time.
Higher.
Lower.
Free.
Irrelevant.
I don’t associate money to (perceived) worth or value (two illusory constructs).
I play with the tension of it.
I work my way up or down with the price and the details of a specific offer until I feel a tad nervous or even nauseous about it.
Like I’m about to jump off a cliff (because energetically I am), which is just how I like it.
If the number makes me feel like, “Holy fuck. I couldn’t possibly charge THAT for XYZ.”
…then THAT is the fucking number.
No question about it.
Because it requires me to cross the same energetic threshold that my client will need to cross in order to pay it.
A turn on for us both.
When I ride my own edge, a client will need to ride theirs as well if they want to play with me on said edge.
You see?
It’s never about the number.
And it’s not about charging the most (unless that’s the truth).
It’s about selecting the sharpest point of truth and turn on, which could change from one moment, one day, one offer or one client to the next.
So I’m not attached to the number.
The moment a number feels energetically limp, I’m playing with a new one.
The new true one.
Until the next true one.
So fun.
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