Afraid to Tell Clients Your Freelance Rate? The Lift to Floor 4

2026-10-14

The lift in the co-working building takes eleven seconds to reach the fourth floor. You know, because you have timed it.

You are holding a coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. Ten minutes from now, a prospective client will ask the question. "So, what are your rates?"

Your number is in your head. It has been there since Sunday. It feels like a stone in your coat pocket: heavy, a bit embarrassing, and definitely too big.

The doors open. You say it quietly to the empty corridor, just to hear it. It sounds like someone else's number. Someone more confident. Someone with a bigger office.

The number you keep editing

Let's call her Mara. She is a freelance illustrator, and she is made up, but you may know her well.

Mara has typed her rate into three different emails this month. She deleted it from each one. In the first she wrote "around" in front of it. In the second she added "happy to be flexible." In the third she just wrote "let's talk."

Nobody told her the number was too high. Nobody has said anything at all. The fear is entirely her own, and it has been doing a lot of work.

It makes her round down. It makes her say "it depends" when it doesn't. It makes her feel, in the middle of a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, like someone pretending to run a business.

That feeling is the part nobody mentions. The worry isn't really about the money. It is about being seen asking for it.

What the quiet number costs

The cost doesn't arrive as a bill. It arrives in small, forgettable ways.

It is the project you finish at nine in the evening that paid for six hours but took ten. It is the slight sourness when you see the client's happy message, because you are glad they are glad, and also a bit tired of being the one who absorbs the difference.

It is the sentence you rehearse in the shower. "My rate is…" And then the thought that follows it, sly and familiar: "What if they laugh?"

They almost never laugh. But the fear doesn't check the evidence. It just sits in your chest and makes you shrink your offer before anyone has had the chance to respond.

And if you have ever agreed to a price and then resented the client for it, you know that the client did nothing wrong. The number was never really yours. It was a guess made under pressure.

The call

Mara walks into the meeting room. The client smiles, they talk about the project for a while, and it goes well. It goes so well that she almost forgets the question is coming.

Then it comes.

"And what would your day rate be?"

There is the pause. The one where the old habit lifts its hand, ready to say "around" and "flexible."

But this time she has something the earlier Mara did not. Not a script. Not a clever line. Just a number she actually understands. She knows what a day of her work needs to cover: the quiet weeks, the software, the time off she wants to take without guilt, the days that never get invoiced. The number isn't a wish. It is the result of her own sums, done calmly on a weekend, with a cup of tea going cold beside her.

She says it. Plainly. No "around." No apology.

The client nods and writes it down.

That's it. That is the whole drama. Eleven seconds in a lift, a week of dread, and then a nod and a pen.

A Monday that feels different

It is worth picturing what changes, because it is quieter than you might expect.

Nothing about the work becomes easier. But Monday morning has a different texture. You open your laptop and you are not already negotiating with yourself. When a new enquiry arrives, you don't feel your stomach tighten. You reply with your rate in the second paragraph, in the same tone you would use to give your postcode.

Some people say yes. Some say "let me check the budget." A few go away. That used to feel like a verdict. Now it feels like weather.

And on the days someone does push back, you are not arguing from a feeling. You are standing on arithmetic that you checked yourself, and that is a very different place to stand.

You finish at six. The laptop closes. The number was not too high. It was just unfamiliar, and it only needed to be said out loud a few times.

If you recognise yourself

If you have been rehearsing your rate in lifts, in showers, in the supermarket queue, you might not need more courage. You might just need to know where the number comes from.

We made a free Excel workbook for exactly that moment. It helps you work out a minimum hourly and day rate from your own costs and the time you really have, and it comes with a clean, printable invoice that has auto totals, a tax line and a due date. It is pay-what-you-want, and it does not replace a tax professional. It simply gives you a number you can stand behind.

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The lift will still take eleven seconds. You may just walk out of it a little lighter.

An illustrative story, written with AI assistance.