This all began when I read that Blackpool was the “second worst place” in the country for a girl to grow up….after Middlesbrough. I don’t know for sure why it resonated with me and buried itself in my mind, but there you go, it did. And now I am stuck with it.
And its one of those things that you think, that’s just not OK. I can’t know that and do absolutely nothing about it. Why are all the women in Blackpool not getting angry on behalf of their daughters and marching on Blackpool town hall to protest….wait….oh, that’s going to have to be another blog all of its own
And I don’t think for one second that I can single-handedly change the world, or even Blackpool for that matter. But perhaps I can make “some” difference, and if I can get some women with me, in a kind of ….”networky” thing, like a network….then perhaps the chance of success increases?
And then the next serendipitous thing that happened was a bunch of stuff on our work intranet about leadership, and doing something that makes you feel passionate, that you want to make a difference to….you can see where I am going with this right? These two things came together and before you know it I was searching for Women’s Network and it turned out that my workplace had one and it was looking for new members, someone to be their intranet site manager and women who were interested in setting up a local group in their own area. And before I knew it, I had joined and volunteered to do both.
Now I should tell you, this is not my standard modus operandi – or to translate, this is not the kind of thing I usually do. But something inside said throw caution to the wind, what is the worst that can happen….perhaps it will be really great
#NWWN 