Shit Talkin'

The Hubs and I have been reading a book together. It's a new agey, love yourself and the world, hippy style book. It's awesome. And it makes total sense. One of the "assignments" in the book is to be impeccable with your word. This means what you'd think, you know like always be honest and follow through with what you commit to. But it also means more. A lot more. Like not talking shit. About anyone. Including yourself.

Now I consider myself to be pretty forthcoming. I've tried to make it a point not to say anything negative about anyone behind their back that I wouldn't say to their face (like somehow that makes it better right?) Anyway my point is that when I started paying attention to how much shit I talk, I realized I actually talk rather a lot of shit. And sometimes I'm even entertained by it. Ok I'm entertained by it frequently.

Obvs I'm still mulling this over and deciding just what amount of shit talk is ok for me. Of course in a perfect world I'd never do it at all but come on. Let's be honest.