Sometimes I wish I didn’t. But, hey. That’s life.
There are other things I’m working on fixing like drinking more water and not eating after 8pm and waking up at 5am on weekdays.
Those feel more important to me right now than not cussing.
I do have rules, however:
1.) I don’t cuss in front of my kids. My dad set this good example for us and I’m glad he did. They’ll hear it enough in their lives.
2.) CrossFit. I will probably cuss if I hit a new personal record (“PR”) at CrossFit. There’s something majestic about picking up a heavy weight over your head and throwing it to the ground. Cussing feels like it gives me a super power.
3.) Pain. If you stub your toe you are legally obligated to cuss.