New Year, New Decade?

Apparently it's an honest debate. Does the decade end or begin on the 0 years. The consensus seems to be even. Personally I tend to think of the 1 as in 21 as the beginning of the decade in my own head. But then again, I think of 1900 as the beginning of the 20th century......

Unsurprisingly, this was another year when I was not physically awake to welcome in the new year. Not the first, and I suspect it will not be the last. Ever few years depending on where I am and what I am doing I hang on to celebrate but this year was not one of those. And yet somehow, it managed to happen without me.

Surprisingly, especially if you know me, I watched not an iota of football yesterday. It may be the first and only time other than those few years when you could still not get American sports streamed on European TV. Instead I  watched multiple episodes of the Netflix show Virgin River (based on a series of books by Robyn Carr. Occasionally I read things other than police procedurals), relaxed, read, knitted a bit and worked on finishing up some Christmas cookies and chocolates.  On New Year's eve afternoon I did go to see Star Wars again with the rest of the family who had yet to see it, it was worth the second look, I figured. Besides, movie popcorn and candy! At fifty percent off day.

As for today, well it's eleven and here I am still in my jammmies in the big chair. This afternoon I'm off to a post holiday coffee visit with my gal group (hot chocolate in my case) but first I'm trying to get the month (heck, next week) a little organized in my mind. It's nice to have that big annual goal list up there for reference, but I do much better looking at things on a weekly or monthly basis rather than trying to see the big picture. Because my attention span when it comes to the future can sometimes be five minutes long. 

It always takes me awhile to get up the nerve to make that first mark on a notebook or journal or calender-it looks so pristine.

While I, and  I suspect all my readers, know scheduling and planning is not my strong suit, I decided that I would do better with certain plans in the new year if I just scheduled them into my day. As a rule I'm a seat of the pants type of gal unless I have a truly scheduled event. But I've figured out that I do much better if I know that on Monday I'm supposed to straighten out my bathroom, so it kinda sorta becomes a habit (and if I don't do it I darned well forget about it until next week). And since I have finally found what I think is the unplanner's planner, I've scheduled a few things that I want to do each week. Like workout Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And watch at least two classes in my great courses class each week. And do yoga. In a perfect world this will get me into the habit of simply getting up and going to the rec center on those days. 

But then away I go 

So when it comes to my goals for the next month, I want to work out three day a week, finish one of my online courses, knit one project, sew one project, and make it a mainly no spend month (more on that tomorrow).

But nowhere on that list is getting out of my jammies before noon on the day after New year's day. As such.