January-February doldrums

January and February have always seemed to be my low time of the year.

As a school-going kid, it felt simply like the drudgery of going back to school, coupled with the usual confusion of adapting to new school things.

As an undergraduate, January-February immediately followed the fun inter-semester break - where hostel life would be school work-free and full of hall activities, competitions and friends - back to the most hated duty of studying a course I didn't understand and didn't like one bit.

And let's not forget that these two months house the Chinese New Year period, and you can never go anywhere without being irritated to death by the cacophony of 'festive' music and blinded by garish decorations that endeavour to part consumers with their money. I've always disliked CNY.

But it was after I started freelancing that I really started to feel the Jan-Feb curse rear its head each year. The breakup process with K certainly set the mood, rendering that period utterly miserable. After that, each Jan-Feb has seen a big lull in work, and a giant dink in my mood. Even with whatever work I get during that duration, my creative juices stop flowing completely, my mood hits the floor and I get an overwhelming need to procrastinate everything. I sometimes actually want to hide in my room all the time and not go out at all.

Which is certainly not good at all at this instant, since I need to set things in motion now for the rest of the year.

Why am I dragging my feet?

Maybe I ought to have been born a bear and hibernate in northern winter.