Nice. Nice. Nice. Nice. Nice. Nice.
I'm not sure why the word "nice" fell out of favor. Perhaps it's because it has a vagueness to it. Maybe it's all my years as an English teacher and writer, urging my students and myself to choose the exact right word. I was all about diction then--strong verbs, precise nouns.
"Nice" just seemed a bit, well, vanilla.
It's what you'd say when you got a gift you knew you'd never use or wear, you know, "Oh, my, how nice." And it was the kiss of death for a date, "Well, he's nice, but . . . "
It actually became a word that was often followed by a big "but"--almost like a disclaimer . . . "she's nice enough and everything, but . . . "
Who would want to be NICE?
But I'm beginning to think we need more nice. Vanilla and all. Not that I'm turning all Pollyanna or anything, but I'm beginning to see that nice is, well, NICE.
It means kindness and compassion. It means we can disagree calmly and politely. And without calling people names. It's holding doors and carrying packages and thinking of others. It's getting off the cell phone when you're checking out of the grocery store. It's being patient even when you don't want to be. It's saying hi to the person at the customer service desk before launching in to your complaint.
And here's something else that's nice . . . the overwhelming comments and attagirls and shout-outs I've been getting ever since starting this little blog.
We really do want nice. And I have a hunch we're going to make sure that NICE HAPPENS.