In a few days the ball will drop, the corks will pop and another Julian/Gregorian calendar will begin. This year, 2011, has been a contrasting duality. It has given so much and it has taken so much. Usually I just have good years and bad years, like 2001 it pretty much stunk. Whilst, 2005 was a good year. I think that is the true meaning of life, joy and sorrow tied up together. I’m neutral when it comes to the year 2012, it shall be another year, another start. Am I anxiously awaiting it–No. Am I dreading its coming–No. To me it’ll be another Sunday.