Meet Jules

Girl, where do we even start?!

Confessions…passions…how bout just truth?

Once upon a yesteryear, I was pretty shy, I felt small, and really lost. I hated my job, which was a problem, cause I hated all the other jobs before it, too. I struggled to figure out what I was supposed to do for a living, and more than that, who I was in this big world.

I wanted to have a purpose. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to enjoy my life everyday, and be proud of who I was.

But at that time, I felt like everyone else was figuring life out just fine, and that maybe there was something wrong with me. I tried so hard to go with the flow and be who people expected me to be (or so I thought). I tried to just be a successful, smart, young woman, with a good job and a good car and a good man.

I didn’t feel like I was “getting life right”, but I thought I was just doing it wrong. I thought I was a failure, worse than everyone else.

I judged my intuition instead of listening to it. I didn’t trust it, I was afraid to. I was afraid of being cast out, of being a weirdo. I was afraid of following my own path and then failing miserably, and then feeling like my path wasn’t the right way either. I was afraid of falling behind—that I wouldn’t be on the same track as my friends, and I’d just still be trying to figure out my life as they thrived in front of me.

I was afraid of disappointing my parents. I was afraid of who I really was, afraid I’d be a loser.

(It’s no wonder I felt so awful inside, huh? I was doing a lot of self-judgment.)

I was definitely not confident, I was hiding myself. I felt like I was living on the sidelines too. I was watching people do what I wanted to do, live how I wanted to, and I just watched and longed for myself to have a happier life. I didn’t know how to have that.

Or so I thought.

That little intuitive voice I was so afraid of trusting, well, I finally started believing it. I let it guide me, I let it make decisions. I quit my job, I moved to HI to let myself start with a blank slate, and I trusted myself to continue choosing my life for me. Nobody else.

One step at a time I realized who I am, what I love, and how I want to live my life.

I finally could feel what’s been in my heart all along: I’m the best damn personal cheerleader you’ll ever meet. I would not have made the actual cheerleading squad in high school, (nerd emoji), but IRL I am the squad.

I believe you have your own purpose, and your own unique destiny. I believe that when you live by your own rulebook, you are tapping into your highest potential, and your greatest fulfillment. I believe that what you have to offer the world is essential. I believe that you’re a leader, that what you stand for, people need to know about. Even if what you stand for is something you think is just a cutesy little hobby.

You must trust the voice you have inside, and not fear what makes you different. Some people want you to think that being different is a threat. But it’s a fucking lie. Being different is what makes our world so rich. It’s what expands our experiences, perspective, beliefs, palates, education and beyond. We need what you have, so don’t cover it up.

(Ok typical, this page is about me and I’ve rolled into a pep talk). But seriously, I get so fired up helping women like you recognize what they’re made of, and helping them have the confidence to go for it.

So let’s go for it.

XO

Jules

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Fun Facts
Fun Facts
Fun Facts
  • My first real kiss was with a pro skater whose poster was on my ceiling. (The Secret, anyone?)
  • I love reading and could live without a TV.
  • I love the idea of a dirty gin martini but my bod hates it. I generally pass up the inevitable hangover and opt for cacao as my fun bev of choice.
  • I lovvve ghost stories, but I'll have to sleep with the light on if you tell me one.
  • My soul stayed in the 90’s! TGIF, Snick, Cher’s closet in Clueless, the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack. Sign. Me. Up.

All The Weirdness

  1. I uh, used to collect salt from the trucks that would come by in the winter to de-ice the streets. And eat it. I also wanted a salt block for a present (the ones for deer). Idk, unsolved mystery. (PS I’m fine).
  2. I fucking hate baby carrots. Ew. And when someone’s got a bag of baby carrots at the potluck and it’s full of water, two barfs.
  3. Jazzercise or bodybuilding? Both. Some days a girl’s gotta hang with the main girl, Judy, and other days she’s feelin’ fierce and masculine.

This or That?

  1. Roadtrip or Flight? Depends on the location, but my hubs + I love a good road trip.
  2. Early bird or night owl? Early bird. Peep.
  3. Jimmy Butler or Zac Efron? No. I can’t.
  4. NSYNC or BSB? It was always NSYNC, c’mon y’all.
  5. Ski Trip or Trekking trip? Trekking. I love hikes and camping. I still have a fear of chairlifts to overcome to do the skiing thing. I knowwww, I’m missing out.

All Time Favorite Books