I love that word. Zest. Sharp, surprising, exciting. My children are full of zest. Let me give you an example.
6am: My husband and I wake up. We groan. We roll over and pull the covers higher. We stretch. We half roll, half fall, out of bed and drag our feet zombie-style to the bathroom or kitchen where we try to jolt ourselves to life with hot water and strong tea (respectively).
Compare with…
6am: My children wake up. One calls out, “Are you awake?” and the other calls back, “Yes. Is it morning?”
“Yes. It’s morning, it’s morning.”
“Yay. It’s morning. Let’s get up.”
“Yay!”
I’m not paraphrasing.
Now where can I get some of that enthusiasm, that zest for life?
Repeat after me. 6am is the best part of the day. My novel is a satisfying challenge. Rejection does make you better.
Feeling zesty.
Your children’s zest: Bottle it. Sell it. I will be your first customer! 🙂
My my my you’ve been busy! Thankyou for your comments on all three posts. I need to mull over your advice to see how I can put it into action. Just as your posts make me think, so do your comments on my posts. A pleasure as always.
He he! Genuinely enjoyed your blog. Only stopped because I had a truck load of others to read!
Thank you.