An impactful woman
Yesterday we held an incredible event called Women of Impact, bringing together countries and continents and sharing aspirations, experiences and learnings about how to empower women - and men - across the business to achieve their potential, build their confidence and live their dreams. It was fantastic and I came home buzzing.
Opening the door after a clear run down the M4, music up loud, I was greeted by a super-stressed Eddie trying to keep on top of his emails while the boys were having some squabble or other.
"Can you put on the bubble and squeak?" He asked, passing the dish.
"Of course. I'll just go and get changed." I said.
Going upstairs, I changed into my customary evening garb; slouch pants, Gap sweatshirt and 'The Snow Leopard' (a hideous, furry, faux-leopard-print dressing gown with a pale pink blush). Turning to find my fluffy slippers and finish the outfit I stepped in cat sick; a sprinkling of regurgitated kibbles with just enough tackiness to stick to the feet.
Cleaning up the sick, and went back to the kitchen to start on the supper.
"Are you OK Mummy? You were in a really good mood and now you're in a really bad mood.' Observed William.
"I am supposed to be an impactful woman Will! Do I look impactful to you? Do I come across as impactful? I don't feel impactful!"
"You are totally impactful Mummy. It would be rubbish if you weren't here. You are definitely impactful!" Chorused my sons.
Next time I've stepped in cat vomit and feel like a dog's breakfast in a nasty dressing gown, I'll remind myself that impactfulness comes in many forms.
Opening the door after a clear run down the M4, music up loud, I was greeted by a super-stressed Eddie trying to keep on top of his emails while the boys were having some squabble or other.
"Can you put on the bubble and squeak?" He asked, passing the dish.
"Of course. I'll just go and get changed." I said.
Going upstairs, I changed into my customary evening garb; slouch pants, Gap sweatshirt and 'The Snow Leopard' (a hideous, furry, faux-leopard-print dressing gown with a pale pink blush). Turning to find my fluffy slippers and finish the outfit I stepped in cat sick; a sprinkling of regurgitated kibbles with just enough tackiness to stick to the feet.
Cleaning up the sick, and went back to the kitchen to start on the supper.
"Are you OK Mummy? You were in a really good mood and now you're in a really bad mood.' Observed William.
"I am supposed to be an impactful woman Will! Do I look impactful to you? Do I come across as impactful? I don't feel impactful!"
"You are totally impactful Mummy. It would be rubbish if you weren't here. You are definitely impactful!" Chorused my sons.
Next time I've stepped in cat vomit and feel like a dog's breakfast in a nasty dressing gown, I'll remind myself that impactfulness comes in many forms.
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