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 ...
I was there as well. And then I realized I did not know shit. I still do not, but I know a little more now than I did back when I thought I knew everything, pontificating from the safety of an emotional condom.