This week, I found myself at a conference table with six other women. Collectively we had nearly a century of experience in the field. We discussed important things, got to the root of a problem and were decisive in what needed to be said and done.
It was extraordinary.
I’ve been privileged in the past to work with women who are equally as competent and professional as the party of women I joined. But there was something special about being apart of generations of professional women at a table hashing it all out.
There was the woman who I always describe as “effervescent.” Even in a crisis, she’s refreshing and reassuring.
There was the woman who I’ve always been a little intimidated by because she’s: Just. That. Good.
There was the soft voiced mom of the group who I know from previous collaborations has the strategic mind of Napoleon!
There was salty sage who has seen it all and tells it like it is – with a smile on her face the whole time.
There was The Conductor who seemingly effortlessly knew everyone’s job and when they should do it and how to cajole us all into action.
There was the protege who had proven herself as capable as the rest.
And then there was me. It was one of those moments when I truly wondered how I got there! (Seriously – I’ve never more been in tune with Tina Fey’s (and Sheryl Sandberg’s) feeling of being a fraud.) But instead of gawping around at my company and feeling like I didn’t belong, I looked at the issue on the table. And that’s where the fun began.
We took the issue, broke it down, assessed each part, quickly solved a few of the elements, discussed the trickier bit and found a solution. When we were done, there was a general feeling “what else ya’ got?”