A friend of mine, Elsie, used this word in her blog yesterday. She said we should not panic about starting this 31 days of writing, but we should instead “savor the writing”. I loved the feeling the word evoked in me. I see the first bite of a decadent piece of chocolate souffle on a fork, about to touch my tongue. The excitement. The anticipation. The joy as that souffle makes contact. Delight.
What do I savor in life? In each day? Why don’t I spend more time savoring instead of rushing through? It might be March 2, but I think I finally found my one little word for the year.
Oh well, better late than never.