Lately, I've been thinking a lot about something I haven't ever thought so much about.
I used to have quite the mouth. I swore up and down without even thinking about it. The "bad words" were just part of my language and I just said them when I said them. You know what I mean?
I grew up with swearing, learned swearing, and swore. Makes sense, right? But when I met Taylor my perspective changed. He hates swearing.
He doesn't mind when people swear...meaning he doesn't get all offended and ask them to quit or anything. He just doesn't like it. When I first met him, I told him that I sometimes swore. I told him that I don't think of them as "bad words" because I've always said them. I told him that they just slip out and they're a part of my language.
He didn't buy it.
The fact is, angels don't swear. And Christ doesn't swear either. If I want to be like Him, then why wouldn't I try to stop this little habit? I mean honestly, do I like my little cusses that much.
I stopped swearing, because Taylor doesn't like it. And even though sometimes a curse will accidentally slip out, I'm going to keep NOT swearing because I have more important things to focus my energy on. Because I want to be Christ-like and He doesn't swear.
Not to be funny.
Not to be taken seriously.
Not to be edgy/different in a Mormon dominated society.
And I don't think "Well, it's just part of who I am" is a good enough excuse to not try to be like Him.
There are no excuses.
So, that being said, I think I'm done swearing.