I no longer spend my days in a delusional dystopia, dizzily dancing in a claustrophobic circus. Now I dance when and with whom I want.
Now, when little ones are on the scene? My language is immaculate. Pristine. That stipulation becomes a way of bringing mindfulness to each word I say. F-bombs become a tool of my own mindfulness school. I keep to heart this one rule: If I can see a child, my language remains ...