This time last year I was in a dark and aimless space. The previous year before (2014) had left off on a rather horrendous note and honestly, aside from relief at seeing the back of it, I mostly felt mountains of trepidation for the 12 months panned out right in front of me. . The thought of the blank canvas  that was 2015 filled me with dread. Lots of dread. I had no purpose. I had no intentions. I was just exhausted.