Caroline Rose, SACC board member and stage 4 non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma survivor
I was talking to one of my closest friends on the phone recently while I went on my walk/jog around the lake. We were talking to each other as only close friends can, not really saying anything but instead asking rhetorical question after rhetorical question, trying to make sense of this new way of life. I was just getting ready to deep dive into my fearful analysis of what this could mean for all of us before she stopped my words in their tracks by remarking, “You know, this has been kinda nice.”
Kinda nice? I pulled my phone away from my ear to double-check I had the correct friend on the other end of the line. “Kinda nice? Dear friend, what about any of this has been, kinda nice?” I asked.
“Well, this past weekend, instead of running a million miles an hour, the five of us slowed down and played games and watched movies and just hung out together. And it was kinda nice.”
Hmm. Not the doomsday convo I was wanting to have. My mind was kinda blown. After we hung up, I sat down on my favorite rock by the edge of the lake. I hadn’t thought anything about this time of crisis had been nice in any way. I had been so focused on my fear that I had neglected to open my view up to anything other than the negative.
I suddenly found myself searching for my -
The sunshine beaming down on my skin felt, kinda nice. The bluebonnets surrounding me looked, kinda nice. The puzzle I’d done yesterday with the kids had been, kinda nice. And, when I thought about it, I realized that just being alive on that day and in that moment was really kinda nice. What's your kinda nice?