March 2011.

My daily routine is more or less the following: I wake up around 7, I breastfeed my 5 month old daughter, I get ready, I take my 4 year old son to nursery school, then my 2.5 year old son goes to nursery, I take the subway and I go to work.
At 4pm I leave the office, go to the nursery and nursery school. I return home, breastfeed the baby and then have a snack, games, baths, dinner and more.
Everything seems normal and doable to me: I'm organised, I'm strong, I feel tired, yes, but also satisfied.
I have passion for my work and I have passion for my children. What I have is what I chose.
One day during a sales meeting I decide to give a customer my business card.

As I open the card holder, which I have had for 13 years, when I started working, I realize that I have put a colorful and flashy clothespin belonging to my daughter inside.
Instinctively I immediately close the ticket holder and tell the customer that I will contact him.
I was wrong, I think. I mixed my personal life with my professional one. I should have been more careful, I repeat to myself.
At first I don't pay much attention to it, then little by little I start to think about it again and again.
Who am I? What is my identity now?
I have a passion for my work and in fact I have chosen to go back to work.
I have a passion for my children and in fact I have chosen to be a present mother.
I have nothing to hide or belittle.
Not just ticket holders. Not just a clothespin.
The truth is that I am now a card holder and clip holder.
After a few months I decide to leave my job as a consultant and create my own new one
identity, a service company for mothers, connecting card holders and
clothespin.
Thus another story began for me, without subtractions or substitutions.
A story of connections began.