Every Day is Groundhog’s Day
As we head into February, the thought of living life where every day is Ground Hog’s Day has become a reality. Ten and a half months ago, I remember wondering how we would be able to live in a lock down world, where we minimize our time leaving our homes, work from home and limit in-person social interaction (outdoors and 6+ feet). After all of this time, the “new” normal has taken hold and we have all found new ways to live our lives, interact with friends, methods of entertainment and the way we work. I talk about looking forward to the day we can go back to “business as usual” and recently was talking to someone who cannot wait to get out of his house and be face-to-face with potential clients.
Oddly enough, I have recently been feeling a new type of anxiety – one of leaving the house. I am OK with going to the local Shop-Rite and some of the other places nearby so that we can function. But the moment something new comes up. For example, I just got my haircut which was something that I usually would do when my hair reached a certain length and started getting unruly. With the number back up at new high levels, I have held off on going. Yes, some friends started to refer to me as “Shaggy.” The last time I went was in mid-September. Living within a realm of Groundhog’s Day, that would have happened somewhere on the fringes of my memory. I started to have some anxiety around going and leaving my house to someplace different. In the back of my mind, I began to wonder, are my fears real or perceived?
Fear, according to Merriam-Webster, is ”to be afraid.” One of the base emotions that drives us is fear (the other would be love), the sense of danger that is one of the triggers that helps us to protect ourselves. For some, fear can be stifling. For example, if there is a severe lightning storm, the anxiety caused by the fear of getting electrocuted could save our lives. That is an example where the anxiety has a real underlying fear. Logically, I knew that there was nothing to fear in getting my haircut. The place that I go minimizes the people in the place, everyone is masked and safe protocols are followed. Still, I was leaving my bubble of safety. By the time I pulled up to the place, donned my mask and walked up to the door, I was my usual chipper self, without a hint of anxiety. My fear was perceived.
We have become so home-bound, we forget that the things that we treated as normal still go on. People shop safely, fly safely and for the most part, do the right thing. If you are uncomfortable by the one or two people who are acting selfish (as in inconsiderate of the people around them), avoid those places. Tomorrow I will wake up, like every other day, and engage in the same routines as the days before, as if it was Ground Hog’s Day. Oh yeah, I forgot…it will really be Groundhog’s Day!