I’m at the tail end of a project that has been as difficult as any I’ve ever worked on. I want to feel relief, but all I feel is worry. Worried that the client will say, “THAT’S not what I meant” or “What about the XXX?” or that it just plain sucks.
So I got to thinking. Why do I doubt my abilities? Why do I believe the client will be unhappy? Is it because this project was outside my comfort zone? No, I don’t think so. I know I’m capable of this. What I don’t know is what the client expects.
When I was married to the previous Mr. Wendy, we went to a marriage counselor. Who’da thunk? Anyway, the doc said there was one way that I could be happy with Mr. W. All I had to do was lower my expectations. To none.
What a bleak and dreary existence that sounded like to me. But honestly, I might have tried except Mr. W had little interest in any of it. He just did not particularly like me.
And yet, he asked me to marry him. And we made a home together and we began to build a life. But when push came to shove, he admitted that he had real disdain for me.
Fast forward to this project.
Client courts us. Client hires us. Client, over the weeks, appears to be not-so-fond of us. So as I prepare to deliver the gargantuan document that I’ve spent every waking hour working on, I fear that there will be dissatisfaction.
Consider it intuition.
Or pessimism or insecurity or whatever you want.
I don’t know what they expect. And I’m a nervous wreck.