For the past couple of newsletters, I’ve teased you about something. Why do I put MBA after my name? It isn’t because I think it makes me more important. It isn’t because I believe a degree makes someone smarter, wiser, or more worthy than someone without one.
I have a confession to make. I am a bit obsessed with France. The food, the art, the architecture, the language, the history, the way the French can make a loaf of bread feel like a matter of national importance. I love all of it. And increasingly, I find myself
Oh my. Which of the myriad things that are happening in our country right now should I write about today? Some Monday mornings I sit down to write Julie’s Journal and wonder what I want to talk about. Lately, the problem is exactly the opposite. There is so much
For a long time, I thought reinvention was something you did when life forced your hand. You lost the job.The children grew up.You retired.A relationship ended.Your health changed.Something you had counted on disappeared. Life closed a door, and after some amount of grieving, complaining, resisting
If I’ve seemed a little preoccupied lately, there’s a reason. I’ve been building something. And by “building,” I mean spending an astonishing number of hours staring at my computer, recording and rerecording myself, moving things around on slides, changing my mind, changing it back, learning new technology,
Julie’s Journal | By Julie Bolejack I came across a post from Vishen Lakhiani recently that stopped me. Not because I disagreed with him. Because I thought, yes. Exactly. Vishen was talking about spirituality—and, more specifically, the way we sometimes turn being spiritual into an identity. Something to display.
By Julie Bolejack Today marks 25 years since September 11, 2001. Twenty-five years. It hardly seems possible. Today there will be countless remembrances, as there should be. We will see the photographs again. We will hear the names. We will remember the firefighters climbing stairs while everyone else was
I sat down to write this newsletter and, for perhaps the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to say. Not because there isn’t anything happening. Because there is too much happening. Every morning seems to bring another story that would once have dominated the
As we move through this Labor Day weekend, I’ve been thinking about something many of us probably need to hear right now: Don’t sweat the small stuff. I had remembered that phrase as something associated with Dr. Wayne Dyer, but it was actually psychologist Richard Carlson who made
By Julie Bolejack A few days ago, I stood inside the new Obama Presidential Center in Chicago and found myself lingering in front of one of the displays. Actually, “display” hardly seems adequate. It was large. Powerful. And, for me, unexpectedly moving. The exhibit, Toward a More Perfect Union, looks
By Julie Bolejack I’ve been noticing something. And once I noticed it, I couldn’t stop noticing it. In this strange and increasingly intimidating political moment, when speaking the wrong words can bring the wrath of the President of the United States down upon a journalist, politician, business leader
By Julie Bolejack There are phrases I have found myself saying far too often over the past ten years. I never thought I’d see that. How is that even possible? Surely that can’t happen here. Who would have imagined this? I can’t believe we’re actually talking