Reader, Meeting Monsters can be kinda scary at first. I mean, these are the most unlikable, disgusting, shameful parts of ourselves. So it takes a bit of exhibitionist energy to bring these Monsters out in public - especially at first when your sense of humor and positive regard toward them may be...underdeveloped. I get that. Maybe a full-on Monster Playdate with all the other Monsters isn't for you yet. Maybe, like my kiddo when she was little, you want to hang back a bit and observe. You want to dip your toes in the water and acclimate first before you plunge in (this is how I get into pools of water so you can just all stop telling me to jump in and get it over with!) You want a Private Monster Playdate. I got you. I'm offering Private Monster Playdates just for you, from now until the end of the month. You can get your 45 minute playdate with me here for $75. Then I'll have my Inner Parent reach out to your Inner Parent to compare schedules! Sweet Dreams, Julie |
Reader, Lately, I’ve been struggling to get back to the gym (I've been struggling with a lot, like everyone else - making getting to the gym a lot harder)It was a habit I had on lock for over a year. I don’t love going to the gym — but it meets a lot of needs.It helps me feel healthy, strong, confident.It reminds me I can do hard things. And that feeling? That, I do love. But then… life happened.You know...you're probably going through it too.Things shifted. And I haven’t been able to return...
Hey Reader,Yesterday, Cory Booker stood on the Senate floor and spoke for 25 hours and 4 minutes. He broke the record set by Strom Thurmond—the longest filibuster in history—turning it on its head, reclaiming it. He did it to disrupt business as usual. He did it to disrupt the news cycle.He did it to speak up and speak out.To give voice to the millions of people steamrolled by policies, profits, and power. He did it to do something to push back and say: enough is enough And almost...
Hey Reader, For the last several months, I’ve been devoted to growing my audience. And there’s been this persistent, gnawing knowing in my gut:Video is the way. Not because I want to do it. I don’t. But every time I try to sidestep it—reach for something easier, more comfortable, more behind-the-scenes—I land right back at the same truth:If I want to grow, I have to be seen. And for me, that means video. Still, I’ve been dragging my feet. Avoiding. Procrastinating. Getting swept up in false...