The other morning I found myself in a conference room with about 10 gentlemen. I was the only female. All were older than me. And looking at me. Because I ran the meeting. And did most the of the talking. And asked the questions. And confirmed the details. It was a kick-off meeting for one of my major projects. And at one point I thought to myself during the meeting, “Wouldn’t amm love to see this?”

Especially when the meeting wrapped and one of my co-workers came up to me and said, “Good meeting, Kirsten.”