One last morning at Tangalooma. A walk along a stretch of magnificent white sand beach, warm waters rippling in a soft breeze, seagulls and starfish, stretched along the coastline. A lesson in serenity, and a reminder not to sweat the small stuff. My soul has been filled with peace, time to think more clearly, and lots of laughter, surely the best medicine ever invented! Dementia put into perspective, life and love given a new release, and days of thinking about what lies ahead. Strategies and philosophies, new ways to recall our life, and a renewed vigour to finish my Honours degree. My husband drew a caricature of me in the sand at 6.30am, wearing my Graduation hat. I feel honoured he has such faith in me, and his belief drives me on. Not sweating the small stuff is so much easier when you have thoughts of fewer tomorrows sitting there, quietly colouring every moment and subconscious bone in your body. Worrying about the piece of fish on my plate being big enough, sweet enough, cooked enough, or whether I should have chosen chicken! Surely just lucky enough to be able to eat out at all?! Thinking about love, life, my husband, my parents, children  and my friends, and the fun we have together is enough.