Let’s just say: if life is a book, mine has had some wildly unpredictable (bad) editing.
With all the inciting incidences imaginable….Moves, Cancer, Kids Launching, Dads Dying, Dogs Dying, Football Games, Wine.
Some of you have been here since Chapter One. Some of you joined somewhere around "unexpected plot twist #42." Either way, you’re here now. And I’m grateful.
You’ve heard me talk (ad nauseam) about what it means to become the main character in your own story — not in a soft-focus, inspirational-quote kind of way, but in a “wow, this dialogue is fucking awful, let me rewrite it” kind of way.
So here’s what’s new:
I wrote a book.
It’s called So Now What? and it’s not a memoir. It’s a journal. A slightly magical, gently honest, interactive space to process the big, weird, painful, beautiful parts of life. It’s for anyone who’s ever found themselves standing in the rubble of a life that doesn’t look like it used to — asking the question in the title.You can buy it.
That’s the part where I pretend I’m comfortable promoting things and just say:
BUY IT HERE!
(Buy it for yourself. For a friend. For that cousin who keeps starting over. They’ll get it.)How about Mother’s Day? Or for the sake of my marriage?
This community is growing — and shifting.
I want this to be more than a newsletter. I want it to be a space where we don’t just read stories, we write them — together. Not perfectly. Not pain-free. But with intention. With humor. With a decent soundtrack playing in the background. And Coffee. Then Wine.
If you're new here, welcome. If you've been here a while, thanks for sticking around. Either way: you’re holding the pen now. Let’s see where this chapter goes.
—Juli
Last week I had the privilege of writing a piece for Inner Life Collaborative, you can read it here! Thank you, Mary Tabor, for the invite. Mary is a brilliant storyteller. Truly...read it her work here!
I also spent a week in the Azores…and well…I have a lot to say but words are evading me.
Because…
that’s where I was. On a volcanic mountain top. Overlooking the Atlantic. Waiting for a troll to let me pass and a knight in leathers to ride by.
Beside…
a lake of magical healing powers shrouded in a veil of cloud.
Just up the road from…
Mt. Pico where the angels winked at me. And ducks.
And. That was just one day.
Love this my girl! Not a girl of course, but a f_______ woman who has words to say and share! And I'm so glad I'm here to hear them! ❤️ Cheers! Mom