Sunday, January 18, 2009
When my son Rob was home for Christmas, he noticed that I had added a few new words to my vocabulary. I have to admit... I was not shocked by his observation. I too have noticed that I have a favorite word... or two. I will use them when I mess up or when I am frustrated. I can have, at times, a pottie mouth. I am not proud of this. I do not smoke or drink and that is not my excuse, but I have found it to be my new form of release, if you will, of some stress. I can tell myself as much as I like, that there is an art to some cussing to get your point across or is needed to be a part of a story... I can decorate it as much I like, the truth is, it still is not pretty. I know better.
I used to walk daily, which was not only a form of some exercise, I found it to be a productive way to release some stress. It also helped me with my bouts of depression. Since my husband became ill, I gave up walking because obviously my attention was needed else where. Now that Charlie is doing better, I have yet to get back into a walking routine and know that I need to do that again.
I have been making a mindful attempt not to use these words in my vocabulary and in doing this, it has made me realize how much I use the word "sh**". ~ It has become more than an occasional slip.
If only a piece of Orbit gum could be the simple solution to take care of a dirty mouth.
*note ~ high lighted sentence in purple is a link. It is funny... check it out.