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Less is more.

After having been back home for over a week we are settling nicely into a routine of late nights, lie ins and feasting. Life's been a party. But the inevitable is coming. Normality.

I've always hated that Sunday feeling; waiting for Monday morning. It's the same feeling I get when a holiday gets near the end, the party is starting to slow down and everyone starts to think about what is next. 

The thing is, I like what is "next", the normality. It's just that I am not great with finishing things. I think I mentioned that before. So the whole packing up, saying goodbye and falling back into the mundane routines is currently looming and hangs over my head a little like a pesky cloud not dark enough to rain, but to cast a shadow over my last few sunny days of holiday bliss. 

Time to give myself a little talking to. It's been a great holiday, a great year. Time to start enjoying looking ahead. I'm no good with New Year's resolutions as I would find it impossibly annoying to discipline myself to stick to them. Who am I kidding, I would last a day. Or less. So instead I'll go with a theme. The last few years were all about decluttering: the house, the baby stuff, my mind.

This year I'm just going with LESS. 

Less of everything. Apply to all (or most) parts of life.

We'll see how it goes, but I can't fail really as there are no rules! 

Happy New Year!


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