10, 9, 8, 7 ...

For some people, those numbers are sheer joy when heard on New Year's Eve. Others shrink back and wish that they could rewind the hands of time; that they could either relive or redo the past year.

2011 was not a year I was anticipating, and that countdown on the last day of 2010 made me want to cry. I saw where my life was going and didn't think