What’s Really Wrong with Your Message
I grew up in a fishbowl.
Not the violent kind of childhood. Not the tragic kind. Just the kind where nothing was private, everything was up for commentary, and each word you put on a page was fair game for someone else’s eyes.
Diaries weren’t diaries. They were journals. They were public (family) property.
Even the ones with locks.
Especially the ones with locks.
So from the moment I learned to write, I learned to perform.
Okay, before that, even. First, in action. Then in words.
Be the good girl.
Quiet. Pleasant. Non-disruptive.
Funny, but not too much.
Present, but not demanding.
Like a sleeping cat on the windowsill. You know it’s there, you just don’t expect it to scratch.
Except I’m not a sleeping cat.
I’m a hothead.
A volcano.
A human “WTF?” waiting to happen.
My natural instinct is to shout the truth at full volume.
To call out the bullshit.
To say the thing no one else will say.
To watch the room blink and think, “Did she just say that out loud?”
Yes. I did.
But growing up, that kind of truth got punished.
Ridiculed.
Used against me.
Turned into ammunition.
So I learned the art of silence.
The art of self-editing.
The art of swallowing fire until the magma rose and rose and finally exploded at the worst possible moment.
Always the worst possible moment.
Always toward the person who would use it to shut me down in the most precise way.
When you’re raised inside someone else’s gaze, you learn that truth is dangerous.
You learn to pre-censor every word, every thought, every truth-spark before it ever leaves your mouth.
First, in action. Or presence.
Then in words.
Here I am. Decades later. Decades more experienced at censorship. Silencing the truth. Writing with timid pen.
Writing … in a fishbowl.
Editing myself before anyone else even gets the chance.
Choosing softer words so I don’t sound “holier-than-thou.”
Dismissing my own anger so I don’t seem dramatic.
Adding disclaimers so no one thinks I’m ungrateful.
Diluting the heat so it doesn’t burn anyone.
Since the beginning of my blogging days in 2009, I have gotten away with it. Every word feeling truthful, but landing somewhere inside a very small box. Invisible box. One that I categorically ignored existed.
Until yesterday.
When Chat and I came up with the perfect phrasing for my next series of posts: You don’t need to be louder. Truth cuts through noise.
All day, I wrote variations on that theme, perfected the words, and chose the most visceral phrases for the graphics.
And at the end of it all, only one thing was clear.
I am a fraud.
I haven’t written a truthful word in … uh… maybe my whole life.
Yes, there are truthful parts. The themes are not fabricated. But the words are run through the very tiny sieve of my people-pleasing brain. From the first words penciled onto the colored pages of my very first journal, “I went to school today. It was fun.”, to now.
So at the end of my content creation day, there was only one real question in my mind.
How deep does the censorship go?
And the answer?
All the way down.
Truth isn’t quiet.
Truth isn’t polite.
Truth isn’t soft or neutral or “marketable.”
Truth is volcanic.
It burns clean.
It cuts through the noise not because it yells, but because it’s real.
And it is accessible.
The truth, for all of us, exists.
Somewhere beneath the “good girl” and “atta boy”. Somewhere outside the invisible box we have used to shield ourselves from the onslaught of the PC police.
It’s time to tell the truth.
Let it rise to the surface.
Because the world will be a better place when we do.
As soul-aligned entrepreneurs, we are shaping the way business is carried out. By adding our bit of genius to the media platforms. By offering our work the way it actually wants to be offered.
No scripts.
No posturing.
Just the marrow-deep truth.
And by letting the truth of who we are and what we see in the world cut through the generalized noise on the blade of our honest words. Piercing through the chaos to land, not on every ear, but on those who need to hear our truth the most.
So, I stand by the words. You don’t need to yell louder. Truth cuts through the chaos.
And I am paying heed.
Starting today.
And I invite you to come along.
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