Z is for Zest
As the month winds down to a simmer, and I look forward to the May flowers that the April showers will bring, I think of the one feeling that underlay the entire month.
The thirty days of thinking about a new feeling every day. A roller coaster from chagrin to sanguine.
The month which has revealed that which I never knew, even existed within me. Some positive and some, not so much.
And at the end of each day, I sat down to push the words out of my mind through my fingertips. When through weariness, through gloomy times, I hacked away at wretchedness and separated myself from the day, to write.
Through it all, zest in its varying shades, strung together the days of April. An enthusiasm to create ran throughout the month.
Today, I struggled to decide whether it was zeal or zest. Talked with a few friends, and realized that the feeling for the month had more of a positive tone to it. No fervor but a nice strong eager feeling. That is definitely zest.
The vivacity which separates life from existence.