As I sit here on a Saturday morning, with my laptop in bed, contemplating the fact that there are only 80 days left until the end of the year, I can’t help but think where has the time gone. Every year this happens and it's the same feeling, an odd mix of panic, reflection, and the dreaded thought of what's next? Looking back I'm asking myself questions: Is 2024 another wasted year? Did I achieve what I set out to do? Did I do enough?