Am I getting enough sleep? Hmmm.

This is the question I'm immediately asked whenever I mention I'm tired and my answer has always been very vague.

I guess? 

I mean, I go to bed when I'm done for the day and get up when I need to. What happens in between is sometimes sleep and sometimes, well, not.

That happens in middle age.

Oh January, how I love your clean slate. A brand new page on my calendar and a brand new chance to get this place in shape.

Once the tree comes down I start thinking about emptying closets and organizing spaces.

I draw up a plan of attack, compile my supplies, which are mainly garbage and donation bags and dive in.

2020.

It has a nice ring to it doesn't it? And it's so simple to say.

Twenty. Twenty.

I love it.

My goodness, how did we get here so fast? I can't believe we're staring not only a new year, but a new decade in the face.

Christmas 2019 is a just a memory now and I have to admit, I feel a little bit sad.

I know, I know, it's normal to feel a teeny bit melancholy when the day passes. After all, there's such a big build up.

However, that's not my story. Not this year.

This year was different.