Thinking thinking thinking…my grey cells have been rubbing hard against each others and I fear not to have any left…I “think” it has now affected my sleep…

Last night I had the strangest dream of all…you might be able to translate it for me if you believe in that sort of things…

For an unknown reason I found myself thrown out in the air from a plane with no parachutes but holding on to one of my son’s toy: a light wooden plane. I realize how pathetic the situation is and think: “that’s it I am going to die”- the ground is getting closer and closer and I even fly past many men in parachutes floating gently in the air while my fall is throwing me straight into an early grave.

That’s normally the moment in a nightmare when it stops and we wake up sweating with a racing heart. But the dream carried on, as I hit the floor I closed my eyes and crossed my legs and landed on my feet! I looked around and walked on casually thinking to myself “that was not a big deal”.

Most things in life are not a big deal, WE make it a big deal…that’s what I have decided to remind myself while pondering on the next big decisions that should affect every aspects of our lives. I also have decided that whatever decisions we end up taking as a family it will be the right one for all the good reasons.

I am very lucky to have a fantastic family and friends, a husband that I love, children that could not make me more proud, the chance to get involved in a business that has so much future and potentials. So things are good, very good. x