Seriously, I do it all day long.

It started out as a ‘funny’ thing between my hubby and I. We have this very demented routine of cheering one another up, by pretty much insulting whatever has offended us.

Rude barista? Fucking idiot.

Cut off on the highway? Fucking idiot.

Boss, well being a boss? Fucking idiot.

I could go on, but you get the idea.

This liberating catch phrase, I find to be very stress relieving – indulging my sense of potty mouth pacifies the rebel in me, in a passive aggressive, yet fulfilling way.

Now, before you judge. It’s always a quiet “fucking idiot”. I never call anyone names and rarely show the aggression that accompanies the sentiment. It’s a quiet rage that I release in my small blips of profanity, that are again, never known to anyone.

There are multiple articles out there about how cursing is actually good for you – a stress relief. And I totally, get that. It feels good to just say FUCK.

However, like anything in life, there is an extremely fine balance that I believe, I am starting to tinker on.

It was 1-3 fucking idiots a day.

It’s now, eh, maybe 6-10.

My coworkers? Fucking idiots

Bill collectors? Fucking idiots.

Loud neighbors? Fucking idiots.

What started in jest, has become a very bad habit, and one that I feel, honestly is transferring my balance of viewing that proverbial glass from half full, to half empty.

So I am taking a whole life challenge, starting this next Monday, and while I can’t promise no sailor mouth -my intent is to cut back. Start a new habit, shift the FUCK balance in my life.

I have to imagine any steps to positive will result, in well, positive results.

I’ll find out. Updates to come.