Over the weekend around a campfire, I sat next next to four women. They ranged in ages from the mid twenties to forties to fifties.
There was a lot of laughter as the fire was kept ablaze with firewood added every ten or fifteen minutes by the group pyromaniac across the way.
After a few toasted marshmallows and bourbons, the conversation evolved.
The topics ranged from the strain of college debt, to seeking purpose at work, relationships and empty nesting. Most shared experiences of being “mansplained” by the male boss.
I listened and heard every word they shared.
The silhouettes of my fellow buds barely visible across the campfire. Some of them the respective husbands. Some of them I had enjoyed a macanudo cigar earlier in the evening.
When we all said our goodbyes, one of them said “Thank you for listening to us women. It must have been very awkward.”
I said “On the contrary. Thank you for letting me be part of the conversation.”
I was honored listen to what was on their minds and hear firsthand of their challenges, perseverance, and determination.