It’s that time again, time to take stock of what has past and what’s to come. Time to release beliefs that no longer fulfill, weight that no longer can be held and relationships that no longer serve into the passing draught. A time to dream upon a world to be and give a big thanks to those who lend out their hearts bursting with nothing but good intentions and immense love. A time to be silly and jump for joy and for the only passing blasé blur to be whirls in the air after warm mugs of cheer.