This time last year, I had just handed in my resignation as editor-in-chief of British Vogue. It was a job I held for 25 years. Looking in the diary I kept, I read: “As I write boxes of Xmas cards to my team at Vogue, I am sad. I write each person’s name and a message and try to guess which ones I will continue to see when I no longer work with them.” Now, 12 months later, I know the answer to that, and to many other questions that swirled around in my mind as I decided whether to make my jump. During the days when I was making the decision to leave, I had a line from an old Carly Simon song, Alone,…

Source: The Times December 24, 2017 00:00 UTC