What if confidence didn’t exist?
As she put her coffee down in the cosy London café she liked to meet me in, she rounded off with “I guess I just don’t have the confidence.”, and slowly tucked her hands under her thighs as she somehow made herself 50% smaller and closed off.
This was the third time I had heard this and observed a closed body language creep over my clients that week and it was at that moment that my niggling intuition about confidence coalesced in to something that I think has unconsciously shaped my reality all my life….
