So I began to meditate again. Quietly, without telling anyone in particular. In the winter morning dark, I come downstairs. I settle myself in the living room chair. And there, I breathe. In. Out. Watching the breath, turning my focus inward. Two? Three? Ten minutes? Each day is different. I try not to judge, to forgive myself on the mornings when it's hard to quiet my mind.
For starters, you need strong policies and programs promoting women's advancement and work-life balance for all employees. Then you need to be able to demonstrate that employees actually use these programs and policies -- and (ideally) that senior leadership and managers at all levels encourage that use.
As Thanksgiving approaches and we prepare to make a family feast, our tenth in the lovely dining room at Lyman House -- the home built long ago for one of my predecessors -- I think of how it is we landed in this place and of the advice Seth, my husband, gave me once, long ago, which has helped make hard spots easier.