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The evening before it happened, I walked out of a coffee meeting with a potential client feeling off.

Not dramatically off. Not "something is wrong" off. Just — not right. A low hum of something I couldn't name and didn't stop to examine. I went home. I went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and looked at the can light in my bedroom ceiling.

It moved two feet to the right. Then came back.

I blinked. Looked again. It moved again.

I went to work anyway, because that's what I did. I told myself maybe I was imagining it, maybe it would pass, maybe I just needed coffee. It didn't pass. It got worse — progressively harder to focus on a screen, which was essentially my entire job. By the time I got to urgent care that evening, I could barely track what the doctor was saying.

She flashed a light in my eye. Looked at me with an expression I didn't love.

"I've never seen vertigo like this," she said. "This is the worst case I've ever seen. We need to transfer you so we can do a CAT scan — we need to rule out a brain tumor."

It wasn't a brain tumor. It was a viral ear infection. And when the second doctor told me that, I asked the obvious question: what's the treatment?

"Rest," he said. "There's no real treatment. We can prescribe Valium to lessen the symptoms. But the only thing that actually fixes this is rest."

I laughed.

Not because it was funny. Because I didn't have time for rest. The idea of rest felt genuinely absurd to me. I laughed the way you laugh when the alternative is something you're not ready to do yet.

Because I have complicated health challenges, I have a naturopath I see regularly. I made an appointment. Went in. Told her everything — the vertigo, the ear infection, the CAT scan, the Valium, the laughing at the doctor who told me to rest.

She listened to all of it. And then she asked me a question I wasn't expecting.

"Why now?"

I stared at her. "What do you mean why now? It's an ear infection."

She didn't move. "Why now, Kasey. What's going on?"

And I burst into tears.

And before I even knew I felt it, I heard myself say:

"I hate my job."

This was early February 2020. I had been building my agency for years — saying yes to execution work when I wanted to do strategy, hiring people to deliver work I didn't love, constructing an entire business around a version of myself that wasn't really me. And my body, apparently, had run out of patience for waiting for me to figure that out on my own.

The vertigo wasn't a random viral infection. It was a reckoning.

And the thing about reckonings is that they don't give you the option of going back to sleep. Once you've said I hate my job out loud — once you've heard your own voice say the thing you'd been swallowing for years — you can't un-know it.

That night I sat up in bed with my bullet journal open on my lap and asked myself a question I'd been too scared to ask:

What if I did something else?

The moment I asked it, I felt like I lost 20 pounds.

Just from asking the question.

How I got there

I hadn't set out to build a business I resented. I'd set out to do marketing strategy — the thinking, the positioning, the big picture work I was genuinely built for.

But clients kept asking for something adjacent. Yeah, but could you also help us execute it? And I said yes. Because the logic was sound. I could do it. The revenue was real. Why leave money on the table?

Then I said yes again. And again.

And eventually I hadn't just taken a few wrong-fit projects. I had built an entire business around work I didn't enjoy — hired people to deliver it, created infrastructure to support it, structured my whole days around it. The work that lit me up, the strategy, the thinking, had become a small fraction of what I actually spent my time on.

That's where "money is money" logic leads when you follow it all the way.

Not to a bad decision. To a bad business.

And eventually to a naturopath's office where your body finally says the thing your brain has been refusing to.

The math nobody does

I eventually rebuilt. Got clear on what I was actually meant to do, restructured everything around that, and stopped taking work that wasn't mine.

And then, about eight months ago, I did it again.

Smaller scale. More contained. But the same pattern.

I had a potential client reach out — interesting guy, good energy, the kind of person you genuinely want to work with. He needed personal branding work. I've been known for that for years. I still get inbound leads for it. I can do it.

But it's not my mission anymore. It's not where I'm meant to be. I knew that going in.

I originally scoped the engagement at $12,000. He pushed back, wanted to narrow it to a smaller piece of the work. We ended up at $3,000.

I said yes anyway. Bridge revenue, new business, I liked him — all the logic lined up.

Here's what that $3,000 actually cost me.

Column 1: The visible cost

The project took somewhere around 40 hours. Maybe more — there was a lot of back and forth, more than there should have been. That's $75 an hour.

I don't price my work at $75 an hour. But that's what I accepted, because when the fit isn't right you can't hold the line on your rates.

You already know, somewhere underneath the negotiation, that you're not bringing your best. And the number reflects it.

So: $3,000 in revenue. 40+ hours of time. An effective rate that would make my past self wince.

That's Column 1. The part most people calculate and decide was "worth it."

Column 2: The invisible cost

Here's what Column 1 doesn't capture.

When you're doing work that isn't your zone of genius — work you're technically capable of but not genuinely built for — something happens that has nothing to do with hours or dollars. You're not as good at it.

Not because you lack the skills, but because you're not operating from conviction. The precision isn't there. The excitement isn't there.

The thing that makes the difference between competent work and work that actually changes something for someone — that's not there.

And you know it. Which means your confidence takes a hit.

Not a dramatic, obvious hit. A quiet one. A slight dimming of the certainty you usually carry. And that dimming doesn't stay in the project — it follows you into everything else.

Your sales calls with the clients you actually want. Your content. Your ability to show up as the most decisive, most convicted version of yourself in the conversations that matter most.

I spent 40 hours on that contract not quite being myself. And some version of that showed up in everything I did during those weeks.

That's Column 2. And there's no invoice for it.

Column 3: The opportunity cost

Every hour I spent on that contract was an hour I didn't spend building Essentialist CEO.

Every call, every revision, every back and forth was mental energy that didn't go toward the methodology I was actually meant to develop. The clients I was actually meant to serve. The version of my business that compounds.

And here's the part that still stings: I'm pretty sure he wasn't thrilled with the results. Not because the work was technically bad, but because he wasn't getting the version of me that changes things. He was getting the version of me that was going through the motions while mentally somewhere else.

He deserved better. And I wasn't able to give it to him because I'd already made the decision, somewhere underneath all the logical reasons I said yes, that I didn't really want to be there.

The $3,000 contract didn't just cost me 40 hours. It cost me the capacity — mental, energetic, creative — to pursue the $20,000 engagement that deserved my full attention.

That's Column 3. The cost to him. The cost to my business. The cost to every right-fit client who got a slightly diminished version of me during those weeks.

Run your own math

Think about a wrong-fit yes from your recent past. A project that made logical sense but wasn't quite right. A client you could serve but weren't built for.

Now run all three columns honestly.

Column 1: What did it actually pay? How many hours did it actually take — including the mental overhead, the back and forth, the recovery time after draining calls? What was your real effective hourly rate?

Column 2: How did it affect your confidence while you were doing it? Did it show up in how you showed up elsewhere? What did it cost you in creative energy, mental space, the ability to be fully present for the right work?

Column 3: What didn't get built while you were doing that work? Which right-fit clients got a slightly emptier version of you? What version of your business got delayed?

Most people stop at Column 1. They add up the revenue, decide it was worth it, and move on.

But Column 1 is almost never where the real cost lives.

What premium actually requires

You can't charge premium prices based on competence alone.

Premium pricing requires the kind of deep, specific conviction that only comes from doing work you're genuinely meant to do — where your expertise, your excitement, and your point of view are all pointing in the same direction.

When those aren't aligned, clients feel it. Your rates reflect it. And your confidence carries the cost long after the project ends.

I know this. I've known it for years. I learned it the hard way in an agency I had to dismantle, in a naturopath's office in February 2020, sitting up in bed that night asking what if I did something else.

And I still said yes to the $3,000 contract eight months ago.

Because the story is seductive. Because the logic always sounds reasonable in the moment. Because "money is money" is a very convincing argument when you're looking at a real number attached to work you technically can do.

On Sunday I'm going to tell you about the story I told myself to make that yes feel like the right call — and why that story is probably running in your business right now too.

The NOs that make room for the right Yeses

If you're ready to stop white-knuckling revenue and start building a pipeline that brings the right clients to you consistently — that's exactly what we covered in Monday's workshop.

→ The replay for From Referral Roulette to Predictable $30K+ Months is [available here].

In love and growth,

Kasey

P.S. On Sunday I'm writing about the exact story I told myself when I said yes to that $3,000 contract — and why that story is probably running in your business right now too.

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