I signed a year of my life away the other day. A year. 12 months. That's a long time. As soon as I did it I had a slight panic attack. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. A year. Did I really want to do that? A full year? I don't even have a game plan! Scary. Transitional phases are funny... in a terrifying sort of way. Like menopause but without the hot flashes. Or a mid-life crisis without the convertible. A year. Was I crazy??? Can I get out of if??? Do I want to get out of it??? Somebody help me!!!