Is Lent over yet, because this has been the longest f*#$ing 40 days of my life! What the f*$# was I thinking saying I would give up swearing? Clearly I had my head up my a$$. Don't go thinking I made it this long either before I broke down and let that first f-bomb drop. Nope, I gave in on DAY FOUR. After that it was a slow and steady decline into blue air.
The truth of the matter is I rarely curse in print because I really don't think it's necessary and because I am cognizant of the fact that it might not be for everybody. It's a bigger room you're in out here on the internet and I want to be respectful. That being said, when I'm with my very best friends, we could make sailors blush. In fact, I think we have.
I remember the first time I let a curse word slip in front of my parents. I could have died. It was such a foreign feeling. It wasn't long after that though that I slipped the curse word in on purpose and from then on, it was as much a part of my vocabulary as please and thank you was. It wasn't until I became a parent myself that I started to reflect more on my usage.
So what did I learn from this little exercise?
Two things. I learned that I'm really much more in control of my swearing than I thought I was. I also learned that swearing is good for your health. I swear I did not make this sh*t up to justify my bad behaviour. Look for yourself, Google backs me up.
Recently I fell off my bike for the first time in 25 years. I managed to hurt my shoulder, my elbow and my tailbone. My ego was shattered. If I had yelled "Fudge" when I hit the ground, I don't think I would have recovered as fast as I as did. Thank heavens I had the good sense to use the appropriate word. I'm doing it for my health now.
P.S. Don't think it's lost on me that my last blog was about quitting the gym. I don't even want to know what it says about me that I can quit the gym but not swearing. Hanging my head in shame.
P.P.S. I am still am still going to donate $50 to Because I Am A Girl Canada. I remain a caring curser.