It struck me, this past week, that March and April are cursed months for me. Both this year and last, I got into this weird hermit mode where I’m neither overly productive nor overly social, if that makes sense? I don’t know where the time goes, or what causes it, but that’s two years in a row where I look back at March and April with a sense of “What actually happened there?” all confused and wondering if I was somehow living in a cave without realizing it. I should remember this next year, and try to do something to thwart it happening again.
(Of course, thinking like that simply invites whatever the curse is to come in and try to flatten me next year.)