earlier this year I realized that I needed to effing swear less.
I'd be driving along, encounter a pritard going ten miles under the speed limit, and let rip an expletive tirade on all the dudes on ludes behind the wheel... bottomline, I was dropping too many f bombs.
when I was a kid, my babysitter had a swear jar, and if she caught you swearing you had to put a quarter in it...
well, I needed some motivation, so I created a digital satoshi jar... for every f bomb I dropped, I had to purchase 1000 sats... the bad news, is that I've dropped 189 f bombs so far in 2025... the good news is that I'm 189,000 sats richer.

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