It was this time of year, two years ago, that I upped and quit my job on a whim and wondered what I should do with my life.
I'd had 24 years in journalism, was editing a magazine loved by Kiwi women and managing a team of 20 staff who made work fun, as well as fruitful.
Problem was, I was miserable. I was also, by my own reckoning, about midway through my working life. There will be no retiring at 65 for my generation, and at 41 I was facing up to three decades more of generating an income.
That didn't faze me: I love working, always have. Life in the media had been a little depressing in recent years: shrinking budgets and workforces, an uncertain future. But getting up and going to the office has almost always been a joy. I just wasn't sure which office I wanted to head to next.
Eighteen months later I'm more excited about my career than I've ever been. Studying for an MBA at the University of Auckland has opened dozens of doors I didn't know existed.