Last night I realised once again – because you see I had forgotten – how wonderful it is to have conversations with women who also work long hours in high pressured senior roles. It also helped that we met over dinner, curated beautifully by our hostess, Veronica. We were physically leaning in to each other, over the table, pulling apart the very meaning of the term. Stories, anecdotes, pep talk and advice. Laughter, horror, ‘me too’, sadness, anger and inspiration. It was all there. No ego, honest sharing, equal playing field. There needs to be more of it – in every workplace, in every environment. The journey to that is a long one and I was reminded that, thankfully, there are fellow warriors along the way. Today I feel the warmth of gratitude and appreciation. I can and will carry on.