I'm not where I expected at the start of the year.
My resolutions were rather boringly to be tidier and to be more organised with revision and studying.
I didn't think I'd be taking the year off of university. I didn't think I'd be living in a woodland community in a different part of the country. I didn't think so many things would happen. However, I think a big part of that was because I couldn't envisage myself very far in the future. Not because I thought I would die but because I was so focused on just surviving that day, week, month, semester.
I'm not discontent with 2012 though. I've learnt a lot and it is realistic that in a years time I could be happier and healthier if I put the work in. If I want it enough.
I'm going to the usual friend's for New Year. I went last year and the year before. We will chat, play Settlers of Catan, ring of fire, go for a midnight walk. It is a lovely group of quirky people and however fine or freaked out I get they will be fine with it. Which is lovely.