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with Julie Brown I said something incredibly vulnerable to my husband recently. We were out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants – sitting at the bar, and I could see our reflections in the mirror behind the bar. I looked at him and said…”I think you’re aging better than me.” Chris and I are only nine months apart. So his aging like a fine wine and me aging like milk feels deeply unfair. I met Chris when I was 24… so I have been with Chris for more than half of my life. There’s a…

For the past nine months, I have been working on something behind the scenes. And by “working on,” I mean looking at it, talking about it, rewriting it, moving things around, changing my mind, changing it back, sending approximately 4,000 emails about it, and occasionally staring at my computer thinking…WHY IS BUILDING A WEBSITE SO HARD? But today…IT’S HERE. The brand-new TheJulieBrown.com is officially LIVE. And I am so freaking excited. My team and I started this project nine months ago…

You know what’s hot? Orlando in August. And that’s exactly where I was Monday and Tuesday this week. But it was totally worth it because Tuesday morning I was the kickoff keynote for a company meeting. But Monday night! Monday night I had the option to join everyone for an airboat adventure through the Everglades. Ummmm…YES PLEASE!!!! You know I wasn’t passing that up. So Monday evening I climbed onto a bus with a whole bunch of people I didn’t know for the 45-minute ride out to the…

Over the past few months, multiple people (like…A LOT of people) have asked me the same question: “Where do you get all your energy?” Which I totally get because I have a whole lotta energy! I travel constantly. I get on stage and basically ricochet around for an hour, while also talking at 1.25X speed. I run. I write. I work. I garden. I bake. I have two dogs, one of whom seems personally committed to making sure no one in our house sleeps past 5:20 a.m. What makes my energy confusing to…

Last night I finished reading The Midnight Library. If you haven’t read it, I won’t spoil it for you. But one of the ideas that stayed with me as I closed the book was this: a meaningful life isn’t built only from the big moments. It’s built from thousands of tiny ones that quietly become part of who we are. Which is funny…because something happened this morning that made me realize exactly what that looks like. It was 6:30 a.m. and I was driving to the airport headed to another conference….

There are few phrases in the English language that sound more relaxing than, “We’re heading to our beach house this week for a staycation.” You can practically feel your blood pressure dropping just saying it. No airports. No delayed flights. No rental cars. No tiny hotel shampoo bottles that somehow leave your hair feeling both greasy and dry. This week is just us, the beach, two dogs, a stack of books, and absolutely nowhere to be. And, it was going to be so peaceful. Or…that was the…

Last week Bentley was neutered. Which, if you’re a dog owner, you know is usually a fairly routine procedure. Except Bentley decided routine was for other pet parents. While they were in there, the vet also repaired two umbilical hernias, which means my sweet little velociraptor didn’t just come home with one surgical site. His entire tummy is basically stitched together. So for the last week and a half I’ve been living with one full-time job: Preventing a puppy from being…a puppy. If…

If you’ve been around here for a while, you know I have a completely unnecessary obsession with Tudor England. I can’t explain it. Give me a documentary about Henry VIII, Anne Boleyn, Elizabeth I, or Mary Queen of Scots and I am absolutely locked in. One of the things that has always fascinated me is how royal marriages worked. Imagine someone telling you: “Congratulations! We’ve found you the perfect spouse.” “Wonderful! What’s he like?” “Well…here’s a painting.” That’s it. Somewhere…

People often assume my job is standing on stage. It’s not. That’s just the part everyone sees. The last six weeks I’ve been off the road, and while it might look like I’ve been taking a little break…I can assure you, my laptop would strongly disagree. This morning I finished the first draft of The BOLD Factor. Which sounds exciting…until you realize what “finished the first draft” actually means. It means it’s time to tear the whole thing to shreds. And honestly? It deserves it. Because…

Four weeks ago I broke and dislocated my toe. Not stubbed it. Not bruised it.Broke it. AND Dislocated it. Badly. How badly, you might ask? The kind of bad where you look at your foot and immediately know: “Oh. That’s not supposed to look like that.” At first, I thought I had one problem….It turns out, I had two. Because my husband took one look at my foot…and promptly passed the F&CK out. Which is honestly a wild thing to witness while you’re in excruciating pain. There I was trying to…