Dana Gallagher, MPH, PA, CHIC

Things I Notice This Year That I Didn’t Notice Last Year

Things I Notice This Year That I Didn’t Notice Last Year

I am one of the 2 or 3 people on earth who is not particularly a fan of Springtime. Since my childhood in Vermont, I haven’t liked its fickle “This morning it’s 65! This afternoon it’s snowing!” behavior. I’m not a big fan of the color yellow, daylight after 6 pm, or Easter baskets (what’s with that fake green tinsel-grass?!). Historically, I’m just one of those weirdoes who likes things kinda dark and bleak. It makes me feel contemplative and cozy.

But a strange thing happened over the last year of COVID hibernation: I have become a person who is excited about Spring. The soon-to-be-reality of daffodils makes my heart sing. I’m enjoying the lengthening of the days. It’s still chilly, but the sun is higher in the sky. All of this feels exhilarating, for perhaps the first time in my life.

I’ve noticed other first time experiences.

Pre-pandemic, I drove about 2000 miles per month (not a typo). I enjoy driving, and people tell me they feel safe with me behind the wheel.

In 2020, I drove about 99% less. The other day I was headed to a doctor’s appointment and noticed how FAST cars go, and how much skill it takes to look over your shoulder or in your rearview mirror to change lanes, all the while driving FORWARD. Even looking off into the distance to read a road sign was something I haven’t done much of this year, and I can tell that my sight and my reflexes have changed. Intellectually, I know that cars can be lethal weapons, but I haven’t actually FELT that until this year. Driving is demanding, people!

Another new experience this year has been my reaction to my fellow humans. I see very few of them in the flesh, but when I do, I usually cross the street. In the past, I’ve sometimes wished I didn’t have to interact, but physically avoiding other pedestrians was not my default reaction. I also notice right away if they are masked or not, and if not, I levy a heavy critique about a person I do not even know. I get why I do that, but I don’t like it in myself. When did I get so judgy?

Perhaps the biggest takeaway from 2020 is the sober realization of how vulnerable I am, how vulnerable we all are. I’ve always known that “life has no guarantees” and that “things can change in an instant” but this year has been the full-on experience of those truths. When people say, “anything can happen” that means ANYTHING. CAN. HAPPEN.

Still, as much as I have chafed at being benched, I have also become acutely aware of the ease and beauty of my life at home. Even when things are not going well, there is so much to enjoy and be grateful for. As grey as this last year has been, it has also had many moments in technicolor.

Suffice it to say that this pandemic has changed me.

And that makes me wonder what I am releasing that I may not be fully aware of yet? Who have I become in these long pandemic months, and who am I becoming? How am I better now than I was a year ago? What in me has atrophied, or died? When we all walk out of our enclaves, un-masked faces lifted to the sun, who will we be? What will we joyfully reclaim from The Before Times, and what is gone forever? How has this pandemic changed me? Changed us?

The answers are unknown, and may well shift as we readjust to a post-pandemic world. What I know for sure is that we have to make that adjustment together, as best we can.

Fortunately, anything can happen.

Dana Gallagher

4 Comments

Gerry Posted on1:58 am - Feb 27, 2021

Interesting question you pose – and I wonder when will be able to declare ourselves in a post pandemic world? Ever? Maybe, when we can safely gather in theaters, concert halls and restaurants – sit next to strangers and eat maybe? I certainly have a lot more clothes than I need for this new world. My routine became a shrunken version of its former self – not much of it fits inside a Zoom screen. Still appreciative of the technology. Still wondering about the losses, the gains and what are we having to spiritually reckon with as a consequence of this virus. Thanks for making me process this a bit. Miss you and enjoyed the blog.

Allison Posted on3:12 pm - Feb 27, 2021

“When we all walk out of our enclaves, un-masked faces lifted to the sun, who will we be?”

Lovely! This has always been true. Yet, after covid, the physical manifestation of the mask we wear, our natural defensiveness and distancing/ separating are apparent, along with the vulnerability we tend to deny. Who indeed will we be when we free ourselves of those small false views, waiting in fear for something or someone to save us? What if we step anew into the sun and lift our faces together to the wondrous possibilities?

Farah Posted on10:34 pm - Feb 28, 2021

AMAZING…as always! Appreciate this reflection so much!!!!!

Anne Posted on5:47 pm - Mar 17, 2021

Great questions! I’ve been asking the same questions myself, after & during this long year of isolation. I feel as though I’ve lost touch with people (yeah, I zoom and call/text people, but it’s NOT the same.), I avoid people in the grocery and hardware stores. I’m finding it harder to construct a “conversation” with others – loss of words or a loss of ideas, I’m not certain which… I wonder IF I’ll be able to interact with others as I did before the “year of isolation”. Will I be able to have a casual conversation with a fellow shopper in the grocery store? Will I feel comfortable with other people “in my (now expanded) space? Will I be able to emerge from my thickened shell? Thoughts to ponder and consider…. I hope so! But, time will tell.