The Blue Collar Buddha Podcast
Someone wanted me to come speak to their people. Real opportunity. Real money. One condition — no F-word. I said I couldn't promise that. They said thanks anyway. And I've been thinking about that moment ever since. Not with regret. With clarity. Because here's the actual question underneath all of it — who decides what gives your expression value? The organization that sets the terms? The audience that needs you to be palatable? The version of yourself that knows how to play it safe until you're in a position where you can finally be real? I've covered my tattoos for employers. I've said what partners needed to hear. I've done the disingenuous dance more times than I can count. And every time I did it I was handing someone else the authority to decide what I was worth and how I was supposed to show up. The F-word isn't the point. It never was. The point is whether you get to decide what your expression looks like or whether you keep outsourcing that decision to whoever is holding something you want. I turned down the gig. Not because I couldn't speak without profanity — clearly I can. But because I couldn't make that promise honestly. And if I can't be honest in the room I'm in, I have no business being in that room talking about honesty. Who decides the value? You do. Or you don't. Those are the only two options.
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