27/09/2026
Iโve been thinking about last night, and strangely, the thing I loved most wasnโt the awards. It was our table.
We arrived at the ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐งโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ as a group of finalists, all with our own little bit of hope that maybe our name would be called. Yet somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like we were there for ourselves and felt like we were there for each other.
We stayed right until the end. I think we were one of the only tables still going ๐ talking, laughing, sharing stories and cheering for women we had only just met.
I loved seeing two of the women at our table bring their daughters, aged 14 and 17. Now, letโs be realโฆ sitting through an entire awards night at 14 or 17 could potentially feel like a VERY long night. ๐
Yet these two young women sat there with such poise and grace, taking it all in, listening to the stories and watching woman after woman be recognised for what she had built. I kept thinking about what they were witnessing.
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Women backing themselves.
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Women building businesses.
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Women taking risks.
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Women celebrating other women.
And then ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ค๐ฒ ๐
๐ข๐ง๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง their category. โ๏ธ
Wellโฆ our table ERUPTED.
We screamed. We clapped. We carried on like we had all just won it.
I remember looking around that table and seeing those two young women watching all of this unfold and thinking, this is what women supporting women actually looks like.
There was no comparison. No jealousy. No disappointment that it wasnโt us.
Just pure happiness that one of the women sitting beside us had her moment, and her daughter was there to embrace it. And I loved that.
Honestly, every woman at that event had worked bloody hard to get there. Weโve all had the late nights, the self-doubt, the risks and those moments where you wonder what on earth youโre doing running a business.
No, I didnโt walk away with a trophy. Yet I walked away really grateful. Grateful to have been chosen as a finalist. Grateful for the women around table #77.