The time of year where time and space seem to lack all meaning is almost upon us. There is a pressure in our collective imagination, a feeling that it’s a time to reflect back on the year just gone - but can we ever really reflect? It’s a very hard thing to do because it means confronting things that might sit outside the narrative we’ve told ourselves about who we are and what we’ve done. It’s too grand to look back over a whole year and be objectively analytical. These colder, darker days [depending on geography] are more suited to looking at how we feel - right now - and being comfortable with it. What does it matter what we’ve done or haven’t done over the past year if we can’t just take time and feel how we feel right now and let it be?