It's that time of year
It's the time of year when everyone seems to look back at the past twelve months, and quite often attempts to draw a line in the temporal sand, step over it and make their lives better. I doubt, no matter how long I live, that I'll ever have a perfect year. That's probably true for most of us. Nobody is ever doing to look back at their year and name all the things which went too well and resolve to make them worse, so it's only natural that we hear so many people talking about how "bad" the past year was, and how they will move on in 2016. My 2015 hasn't been bad. I've had worse years and I've had better. I had an amazing holiday which I doubt I'll ever repeat in either the sense of retracing the route nor in scale. Yet, I find myself about to leave a job which I've enjoyed for the past four years. I've not lost the weight I had planned to lose in 2015, but I have vastly improved my French. I've certainly not written in