Hello, hi. My name is Tracy. I’m in my late thirties, I’ve never quite grown out of that prepubescent awkward stage, I have whole conversations in meme form, and I STILL have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
All together now: *Hiiiiiii Tracy*
I have always been a late bloomer. I was behind the eight ball on boobs, my period, the boy-craze, musical taste, dating, marriage, and having a family. I had a perm and giant glasses and looked like Estelle Getty until I was sixteen, so that probably didn’t help with some of those milestones.
Anyway, I do things late. Sometimes it’s helpful to learn from the mistakes of others who have gone before me, but mostly it’s lonely and frustrating and overwhelming. Being a late-blooming adult trying to find her way is no exception the latter.
I’ve had a lot of jobs over the years:
- Mom (this one doesn’t pay very well and the staff is poorly trained),
- wife (also pays poorly, but there are fringe benefits ifyouknowwhatImean *wink*),
- accounting assistant (ugh),
- bridal consultant (UGH),
- meme curator (I made that one up),
- recruiter (EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE ALL THE TIME),
- rollerskating carhop (yes, really)…
…and honestly, none of them have ever felt like the one, you know?
The one thing I’ve always enjoyed has been writing. I spent years blogging my infertility woes into the Wild, Wild Web, but once I finally overcame those struggles and my daughter was born, my inner writer went off to some remote corner of my soul on an extended vacation. Vacations can’t last forever, though, so I think it’s time to dust off the ol’ keyboard and get that lazy broad back in the game.
Like, super lazy. I had to put out snacks and the play the Parks and Rec theme on repeat just to get her in here.
I plan to share my experiences with you as I navigate what I want to DO with my life, personally, professionally, spiritually, and beyond. I can’t tell you what exactly that will look like, but I can promise you that I won’t hold back on the good, the bad, the ugly, and the funny, the successes and failures, and the absolutely ridiculous in between.
*shrugs* New year, new me, as they say. …Whoever they are.
(I suspect they are drunk.)
Thanks for tuning in, and be sure to check back soon for another episode of WHAT IN THE WORLD IS TRACY DOING NOW, OH MY GOD DO WE NEED AN ACTUAL INTERVENTION THIS TIME?
It’s going to be super fun, guys. Promise.