I came across this lovely word as I was working on a massive project I’m involved in, and I googled its meaning (don’t expect me to open a dictionary for this).
“1. Dazzling style; flamboyance; flair. 2. Vigorous spirit; energy or excitement.”
Nice word. All those zzzz’s make it sound special.
Do I have pizzazzzz? I consider my present state for a moment. I’m seated like a sack of potatoes on the sofa, legs stretched out over the coffee table, wearing a loose pair of trousers (the kind you only wear at home), a blue shirt that has seen better days, hair clips on my head, flip-flops kicked out of view. My laptop is balancing perilously on my legs, papers and pens all around, a half empty tea-cup, used napkins.
There’s also an annoying mosquito buzzing over my head. So I have a few more zzzz’s to think about; those from the winged insect.
I like style and flair as much as the next girl. But some
months days it just seems like pizzazz is the name of a far away planet where some Audrey-Hepburn-lookalikes live and thrive. Lately, I’ve been living on planet Work-only. My vitality levels are at 20 percent. At 21:30 I’m already yawning, but I pretend I’m fine and can do some work or chores around the house.
Not that I’m complaining (I am, but let’s just pretend). I’m truly happy to have a job I like. But I notice that my “vigorous spirit” is waning. It’s very difficult to have pizzazz when your deadlines are looming and you’re staring at your screen all day. I just need a little change. There are few things that can bring me up: big smiles from certain people, the sea, something really funny, an amazing new song (happened to me many years back when I first heard an Amy Winehouse song), talking to a close friend (for understanding), and -yes!-shopping (I’m a terrible cliché).
Which one of these will I pursue now? None. It’s already 22:30 and I haven’t eaten since 5 – a big issue for me who likes to nimble every hour. In cases of double-trouble like these, when my head overloads and my stomach complains, there’s also the “push-this-red-button-now-stupid!” solution – an Audrey movie.
Eventually, I come to the conclusion: get some rest (and eat the strawberries in the fridge before they go bad).