Time has slipped quietly (yet quickly) past and one season has transformed itself into a new one. A new year. I have gotten to a place where the changing of the calender means little. More important is the changes that take place within and that is not something that the literal turning of a page can affect. Many battles are going on within and yet I am at peace with them - I will continue to grow and change and the battles will continue. Many will work themselves out on their own and the ones that need my attention are not drawing me into a stressed state currently. I am content in my between-season-ness. All is well (enough).