A new year means new beginnings, a fresh start, and goodbye to the good and the bad of the pervious year. This new year has been a breath of fresh air; a relief. Two Thousand Twelve was suffocating me day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. The second the clock struck midnight I began to breathe a little easier, everything became clearer; like I could hear the grass growing and the dew drip down each blade as it fell, and the rays warmth striking the ground beneath it. All of these things happening at once, all so complicated but all so simple. It was a new day, a new year. So here we go straight on to another year, but the question remains: are we ready for it or is it ready for us?