How did that Voice get in my head?

Today I was working and my client sat perched in my head making negative nasty comments. I couldn’t see him, but I sure could hear him. Every action I took, he had something critical to say about it. Maybe I’m the only one who has this happen. And maybe not. I certainly don’t like it when it does.

Part of what I don’t like, is that at a deeper and wiser level, I know it’s not my client. I know it’s me. That voice belongs to my own critic. It is fueled by my beliefs about what my client thinks about me. At a deeper level still is my desire to please others and thus attain their approval and to have them affirm that I am okay with that approval.

I must have worked all morning with that voice nagging at me about this and that. I did complete what I needed to complete, but certainly not in fun and joy. Mostly I completed it arguing with that voice. Yes, sometimes even cussing at it.

In the afternoon I was meeting with that same client. Given my internal relationship with them, coming into direct contact did not look very promising. I was thinking of taking the project and throwing it at them and quitting.

One the way to my appointment I “finally” had the bright idea to do Theta on my own belief of how this person saw me. Yes, you have that right! My belief about how they saw me. I can’t do ThetaHealing on another person without their permission, but I can do Theta all day long on my beliefs about what they believe about me.

Just this very morning I had opened my Theta Commercial at my Team Referral Networking Group with the sentence, “Our beliefs create our reality! If a chiropractor who has a patient who believes they won’t heal, then no matter how talented that chiro is – they won’t heal.”

What if I change my beliefs about how my client views me? What if I use Theta to change the belief that he thinks I don’t know enough, am not talented enough, am too slow, to something like “I believe that he believes that I am a talented designer and can do things very rapidly, and easily and that I’m truly worthy of what he’s paying me. That I am fun to work with, and that we accomplish a lot with joy, fun, ease and grace.” So, I did.

What happened? Well, it was the best meeting we’ve ever had. We went on for an hour and even though there were things that slowed us down, he didn’t get at all impatient with me. I didn’t get impatient with myself, I might add. We accomplished everything we set out to do, and I feel I walked away from the meeting with a much clearer understanding of what his needs and want are.