Summing up a day with a single word, it’s not easy, but that’s what a friend and I did for the 31 days in January. A seemingly brilliant idea that bubbled out of an empty bottle of prosecco on Christmas Eve, I think we imagined joyous reflection on the best parts of the day, and a welcome reminder to be less grumpy.
So, how do you record 24 hours in a handful of syllables? Is it best to jot down a word that reflects the very moment we’re writing; would it be more powerful to choose the strongest sensation of the day; and could it be possible to condense the entire day into just one word? Maybe all of these approaches take us to the same place – a cluster of letters that means something.
My friend and I played around with how we remembered our days, and, looking back, I’m pretty happy with how the month panned out. (Although a little more bold, wild and insatiable would have been nice.)
Would I do it again? Nope. I like words too much, and one simply isn’t enough.