I posted my Habit of Apologizing blog post to Facebook.
A friend suggested I say “f*ck” instead of “sorry,” to help me break my habit of non-apology apologies.
“Why not,” I thought.
I’m trying to practice using this replacement word.
Leaving an Easter brunch today with Bubba, I realized I had forgotten our casserole dishes inside when leaving. It was just Bubba and me at the car. He spun around to go back and get them.
“Sorry,” I blurted out.
“F*ck,” I quickly said.
Followed instantaneously by…
I laughed. This could take a while.