I can't believe it's November tomorrow, another year is almost over. I remember being a little girl, hearing my mum saying, 'where does the time go...?' and being all of 8 years old, thinking what are you talking about??! But how true it is - where does the time go?
Life can be tough at the best of times, but this time of year feels worse and always makes me feel abit down and depressed. I wish I was a bear and could just hibernate somewhere, slink off for the winter and not emerge until the first signs of the leaves on the trees and that warm tingle in the air.
November is that time of year when you know it's almost over and the new year will soon be upon us and I start reminiscing about what I've achieved - or not - and start thinking of all the bad decisions I have made, wishing I could almost turn back the clock and try to right what's gone wrong.
I can't help but feel that I have done absolutely nothing with my life these last few years - I feel like I am in exactly the same place I was three years ago and nothing has been gained. It's like standing on a precipice, part of you wants to just let go, take the plunge and run with it - but then there's always a part that's clinging on, afraid of what change is, afraid to let the barriers down and open up, needing that small clutch on whatever sanity you can grasp onto.
Should the end of the year make me question every little thing out there - or should I see it as a new year, new opportunities? New beginnings? Who knows, I certainly don't have the answer....but one day, I like to think I have enough faith and positiveness to figure it out. One thing is for sure - I can already hear the bongs of Big Ben chiming in 2012, and it will soon be time to dust off my sparkly little sandals to shimmy in the new dawn.
