It's the time of the year for year-end reflections, resolutions for the new year, new year wishes and all that jazz. I used to have that too but this year, I'm feeling rather blasé about it.

No doubt, much has happened this year and this is a time as good as any to take stock and ponder where the year has taken me. But I'm beginning to question the meaning of doing so. To me, a year is just a year, defined by four digits on the calendar. I don't remember my life in digits. Ask me what 2005 meant for me and I would be floundering until I recall that I was in NS that year, which would then finally trigger the other memories of that year. NS is the reference point, the one event which holds the key to my recollections for 2005, not the year itself. And that's because NS defined that period in my life. I would go as far as to say that even the Academic Year would be a better alternative to the calendar year if I were to put my life on a timeline for the last two years. So the whole point I'm trying to make is that I prefer seeing my life in phases - the pre-school phase, the teenage phase, the career phase, etc. Even as we usher in the brand new year, nothing is going to change. I'm still in the same era as I was before midnight. I still go to college and my life still centered on it. Crossing over to a different digit on a new calendar doesn't change that.

So I'm not prepared to do a contemplative year end post and describe how I've spent the past year, although admittedly there is a lot to be said about this very mixed year for me and for the rest of the world. I would just like to end this possibly pointless post by saying that I'm still discovering new facets of myself and there is a lot more for me to work on, not just for 2009 alone but for the many years to come. I will learn to love and be loved. Happy New Year!