There were lots of things. I had grown tired of the work in the ad industry. On the way back from a meeting, I had an experience that made me think hard about things. I was standing at a station and threw away a magazine without even thinking about it. A short while later, a homeless man came along, sifted through the trash, and was pleased to pull out my magazine. This perplexed me, since it was a glossy women's magazine, and I couldn't imagine what he wanted it for. I had two other magazines with me, which he accepted gratefully when I offered them to him. When I asked him what he planned to do with the magazines, he explained that he and his wife were homeless. In the days leading up to Christmas, he wanted to gather glossy covers to make Christmas decorations. I felt a mixture of shame and joy. Shame because I had to witness how people in my own country were struggling to get by. And joy because it was the food for thought I had been waiting for. The question about the point of my work. Moved by this encounter, I got to talking with my husband on the train. We chatted about my experience and the worries I was having concerning the point of my work. He then came up with a wonderful answer: 'It's not merely about trying to fathom the point of your work, but rather its impact on our society.'