swear less

Or you may choose to refer to me as Queen of the Curse Words. I am extremely bad about letting the swears fly free just whenever. One of these days I am going to have the door to my office open and it’s going to get me in deep sh**... uh, I mean, deep doo-doo.

Is “poop” technically a swear word? Because I say “Oh, poop!” quite a bit when things do not go my way. I gotta have something.

After I gave up on my ‘Stop swearing’ goal simply because I realised I didn’t actually want to do it anymore, a fellow 43er (Frannie) pointed out that I could change the title to encompass what I had achieved.

Not only do I swear less now, I’m far more aware of when I do it which I never really was before. I saw that as the key to really getting anywhere with this. Actually, trying to stop altogether is probably how I managed that at all. I spent so much time desperately thinking about what I was saying that I hardly had time to utter anything unpleasant.

There is somewhat of a sweet release whenever you swear, but if you swear all the time it becomes less special. Save them up for something worth swearing about!

I’ve realised I don’t actually want to do this.
I swear far less than I used to, and oddly more in written form now- obviously I’m far more aware of that, which is good enough for me.

This is what I will use as a filler for some less “lady-like” vocabulary I’m currently using. Mom wasn’t so proud of my mouth over the holidays :(

I am a trash mouth. I am making a concerted effort to use alternate words. I recently succeeded in using frak several times. I just need to be more vigilent.

I’m now finding it more natural to substitute my cuss words with such granny faves as “Oh dear” “Sugar” “Bother” and the occasional “Bollocks” thrown in for good measure.

Lets be clear that I still swear way too much, but I desperately want to change this. And the consciousness that this goal has brought about is helping immensely. I often forget to put 20c in the jar right away, but I AM noticing each swear word as it comes gushing from my mouth, when in the past I know I could rattle of four in one sentence without batting a lash.

I swore just now, at myself, for something so meaningless I can’t even remember what. Why do I do it? So pointless. Anyway, I’m still more aware of when it happens which is good, plus I’m not swearing as often as I have in the past.

I do still worry that there may be times when I don’t realise what I’ve said and I’m not progressing with this goal as well as I think I am. Hmm.

Eeeeek. I slipped and said the “f” in church, of all places. I have to get serious about this goal.

Something happened yesterday that made me curse. I can’t remember what it was, but the minute I’d finished uttering my… un-pleasantry, I was very conscious of what I had just said and it reminded me of this goal.

I took that to be a little bit of progress. :)