The end of the year is, more often than not, difficult for me. The end of 2019 has been no different, and last week I found myself so completely overwhelmed that I hid in my closet and cried for 10 minutes. Then I regained my composure and moved on with life. I feel like I did a lot of 'moving on' in 2019. Moving on from a job I had become stifled in. Moving on from a woman who felt like she was being pulled in a million different directions she didn't want to be going. Moving on to reclaim some of the person I used to be back when I loved every part of who I was.

2019 was a pretty big year for our family, as well. We adopted a cat, Cooper. Alexis started PreK. We finally got our roof replaced from Hurricane Michael. We repainted our entire house and replaced our downstairs floors.

At the beginning of every year I set goals for myself. Last year I set five: try a new recipe each month, schedule daily tech-free time, cut back on soda, attend one kid/family event a month, and have date night twice a month. I'll be totally honest. I completely failed at all but two (and forgot about one altogether).

Last week I wrote down ten general goals for 2020. They range from starting a scrapbook for Alexis to reaching and maintaining a certain level of monthly ad sales for the magazine to photographing two outfits a week for the blog and making more time for friends both near and far.

I do have a couple of resolutions on top of those goals. The first is to fold and put away laundry as soon as it comes out of the dryer. The second is to clean up the kitchen every night before bed. Feel free to place your bets now on how long those last...

No matter what your goals or resolutions are for 2020, I hope this year brings you lots of love and laughter. Happy New Year!