I had to head to my swimming session alone today. At first, the solitude felt a bit odd, but once I slipped into the water, the rhythm of the strokes took over. It turned out to be a pretty satisfying session, the kind where you come out feeling like you've earned your breath.
Later, the client replied with a script, asking if I’d be interested in working on it. I read it, and my response was immediate—yes. I sent my budget too, a reasonable $225. A bit higher than usual, sure, but fair. I’ve worked with them before, I know the drill—they usually negotiate.
But then came their counteroffer: $100.
Seriously?
For a moment, I just stared at the screen. I wasn’t expecting a red carpet, but $100 for something I quoted at $225? That’s less than half. Are they kidding, or is this just how the creative world operates—trying to squeeze value out of familiarity?
Either way, I’m taking a breath, the same way I do in the pool—steady, intentional, and with control. Let's see how this unfolds.
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