First business day of the year

I'm back sat at my desk after a lovely break away with Mike, wondering where the time went. Has Christmas really been and gone? It's been the quickest I've ever known it. I feel a little dazed, and a little sad that I didn't take more time to enjoy it but then I suppose it's always the way it goes. It was nice to have a bit of time just the two of us afterwards, allowing for the festivities to pass and sink in. We saw in 2019 with wine and gritty documentaries, curled up on the sofa in front of a fire, cuddling, kissing, talking. Just, 'being'. It was peaceful and secluded, a small little cottage at the end of a barn with a big garden where chickens padded about happily. It was perfect and just what we needed. I feel relaxed and recharged.
I had a little sort out of things in my room yesterday after getting back. It's a very small space and I suddenly felt a bit claustrophobic which happens every now and then. But two people in there can easily feel like a crowd and I need to keep on top of stuff which can easily get out of hand. I hope I can streamline a few things and successfully throw a few things out, I've a charity shop bag on the go which I hope to fill with things I no longer wear, read or use. It's tricky though, I find it's hard getting rid of things that I like the idea of having to wear, read or use 'one day.' But it's been two years and that day hasn't ever come around, why do I feel like I ever will? I'm going to try and wear as much as possible from my wardrobe and anything that feels odd, doesn't fit properly or generally looks tired, I'll be swiftly removing from my rotation. Hopefully I'll rediscover things that I used to love, and will curb my desire to mindlessly spend out of boredom. I always start off strongly but all it takes is a stressful moment and I'm right back to my old ways again. I don't want to give myself too many things to aim for in the New Year because it's often far too much which leaves me feeling like i've failed before i've even begun. But I do fear this is a rather large undertaking, considering that I find so much comfort in spending! I suppose a lot of people feel that way. But considering I've spent the past couple of years buying new things every couple of weeks for no real purpose, I should hopefully be able to get some use out of them all now. I'm sure i'm not alone in my strong minimalist desires this year, I just hope I don't go full throttle for the first couple of weeks to completely burn out to aggressively start buying shit again.

I wonder where i'll be this time next year? Will me and Mike have a place of our own? I do hope so.

I do hope it'll be a good year, less stress, more self care, happiness and good times. Hopefully i'll finally be getting on the path to where I want to be...