Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was singing 'Don't Stop Me Now' as the closing hymn at Ken Robinson's School of Life's secular sermon on Passion. Maybe it was his funny, witty and wise sermon.
Maybe it was the fact I went to a talk on finding your passion after deciding it was an unhelpful quest.
Regardless, today in Conway Hall in Holborn I realised that I was never going back to the work I was good at but which did not nourish me. The "well, I can always go back" backstop is no longer an option. The bridge has burned.
It's an exhilarating, freeing and terrifying thought. There were tears.
The only direction available to me now is forward.