So in the past few weeks some comments have been made to me about my posts on Social Media. Mainly because I am not afraid to take a stance. I am not afraid to have an opinion. I am not afraid to throw in a “colorful” word here and there.
I’m disgusted that race is still an issue in the United States. I support equality for everybody. I believe that unions, while they have their purpose, too often protect slackers and don’t look out for people who are hard-working and deserving of advancement. I believe women’s bodies and decisions are their own, and should not be governed by a group of cranky old out-of-touch men. And I think some people should be given a test before they are allowed to even THINK of having a child. (Now I don’t know what the test would look like or how it would be administered but hey I think it’s an idea worth pondering.)
I also believe that if you disagree with me we can still be friends, mutually respect one another and even sit down and laugh over a beer, martini or a milkshake.
So back to the comments that were made to me. One was a speaker who promotes himself on being “authentic.” Well if never taking a side or having an opinion (and putting it out in public) is his definition of authentic he can keep it. I was told I was committing career suicide by expressing my views. Career suicide? If anything I’m attracting the type of client I would prefer to work with and retaining the clients who hire me back.
When you lose your authentic self you lose your ability to grow, learn, and be part of change. You lose your ability to be part of debate. And whether you believe it or not you often lose the respect of others. It’s good to have an opinion. It’s good to share that opinion. At home. At work. At school. And if being your authentic self means acting one way at work, another way at home, another way when with friends and another way on social media good for you. I don’t have time to keep track of the words I’m choosing based on the situation.
So I told my friend he had no balls and was anything but authentic. Yes, I wrote balls. I told him I’d rather be my authentic self than safe. He unfriended me.