So THAT Happened…



*waves sheepishly in the general direction of my neglected readership*

So just about three months ago, I was writing regularly about exploring this brand new world of woo-woo and spiritual endeavors, and I was enjoying the hell out of it.

And it was good.

And then some things happened. And some more things. And a few more. And before I knew it, I was paying far less attention to the crystals in my bra and obsessing over my next steps in life.

By late January, I had been working – a little, anyway – from home for ten months. I had successfully regained the missing balance in our family life. I had reclaimed the intimacy in my marriage, was making better choices at the grocery store, cooking and cleaning muh DAMN self, and spending more time with the people in my home that a high-pressure corporate job had taken me away from for so long.

And it was good.

Until it wasn’t.

I started getting that itch to be back in the saddle. I wanted to be with people I wasn’t married to or had birthed again. I wanted to make inappropriate comments to people that weren’t just in my phone, and make spreadsheets, and have deadlines, and take phone calls, and train and grow and learn and just DO again.

But. Big BUT (and I cannot lie). I was going to do this the right way this time. I wasn’t going to just rush back into the workforce all willy-nilly and find myself spinning in that same old cycle yet again. This time I wanted to be a professional success AND find a successful balance that allowed me time with my family, and possibly even more importantly, time with myself.

If ten months of sequestering myself in my house taught me anything, it’s that I truly value quality Tracy time, and yet I rarely make it a priority.

I started thinking about places that brought me peace, types of businesses that provide a service that matters. I wanted to be a part of something that made the world a better place, and where my knowledge and experience – both professionally and a human with a lot of human experiences – could be of value.

I started working on affirmations and manifestation surrounding this compulsion. I yearned for clarity. I bought crystals. I studied my stars. I meditated on the life I wanted to lead, and the legacy I wanted to leave.

Around this same time, I started seeing more posts from the acupuncture clinic I used to visit back when I was going through infertility treatments. I have followed this badass, woman-owned and -run business for years, and have referred numerous patients their way for help with infertility. It wasn’t unusual to see their postings, but the articles and positive-vibe inspirational memes they were posting were speaking directly to my soul.

On a complete whim, I sent a very short Facebook messenger note to the owner of the clinic who I used to see for acupuncture and Chinese herbal medications for fertility. I didn’t expect to hear much back, but then… I did.

The clinic owner called me. She asked for my resume, and told me that it was so interesting that I’d reached out the day I had because she was just getting ready to start the search for a business manager for her growing clinic, but hadn’t posted anything about the job yet.

I, of course, sent my resume, and waited. She called the next day and asked if we could meet, and our meeting went so unbelievably well – it was like I was looking for in a job exactly what she was looking for in a human to perform said job.


I met with the interim business manager the following week, and he hugged me after we talked. I met the rest of the clinic staff and practitioners. I started feeling the belonging long before I got the call to offer me the job.

I started my Chinese new job on the Chinese New Year.

So that’s the long story of how I got distracted from writing by my exotic mistress, Chinese medicine. I’m now the business manager of a thriving clinic completely run and staffed by women, and I could not be happier with what I’m able to do every day.

I get to interact with coworkers who are of a like mind and energy, and who still like inappropriate comments from time to time. I get to learn about traditional Chinese medicine techniques, herbal medications, holistic and energetic healing methods, and we have weekly meetings where the entire staff participates in guided meditations together.

I also get to do something I’m truly passionate about – well, aside from spreadsheets, anyway. I get to meet and speak with infertility patients, talk to them about my experience as an infertility patient who saw success using Chinese medicine practices, and work with the clinic staff to create processes and procedures that will help our women’s health patients find support both within our clinic and outside of it. I get to promote the Resolve infertility support group I started back in 2014, and refer women to a group of the most supportive and informational ladies on the whole internet. I get to connect these despairing infertility patients with supportive fellow sufferers, but more than that, I get to connect them with their future best friends.

I get to use the shit I’ve been through in the past to bring hope to women in the thick of it right NOW, and that makes me more satisfied in this job than I’ve ever been in my whole life.

I might be a late bloomer, but maybe good things really do happen to those who dick around, don’t have a clue what they want to do with their lives, take soul-sucking jobs that pay the bills, get fed up, dye their hair purple, quit their jobs, turn into hermits for the better part of a year, and finally use woo-woo to find their way to a fulfilling professional life.


You know, that old saying.

I’m sorry it’s been so long – and that THIS is so long, honestly – and I hope to be spending some more time here now that life is settling down a little more.

Love and moonbeams n’ shit to all of you!

Namaste, bitches.



I mentioned at the end of my last post that I was going to be talking about the upcoming OMG SUPER BLOOD WOLF MOON (Yes, it’s really called that; yes, you have to say the OMG; and yes, you have to all-caps yell it EVERY TIME.), so here I am with the astro-details on that. I also have a cool new partnership I want to tell you about, so read on!

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This Sunday, January 20th at 10:36pm EST, the first full moon of the year, the Wolf Moon, will be close enough to Earth to be called a Super Moon, and will also go through a full lunar eclipse, making it a deep red color – a Blood Moon. Add all that up and you’ve got an OMG SUPER BLOOD WOLF MOON!

Aside from being having a badass name and conjuring up images fit to be painted on the side of a metal cover band’s windowless van, this lunar event will also be impacting the astrological forecasts for all of us. I spent some time this week researching what this means, and I don’t think it’s hyperbole to say that OMG LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS ABOUT TO GET REEEEEEAAAAAAL INTERESTING.

Eclipses happen in pairs and they hit opposite signs over the course of two years when they do. This eclipse, which will hit sun sign Leo, is part of the Leo-Aquarius eclipse series that began February 10, 2017, and which includes the amazing full solar eclipse that hit on August 21, 2017.

Now, Leo tends to represent royalty, high leadership, and the privileged elite, while Aquarius – its celestial opposite – represents the common people, humanitarian efforts, and activism and uprisings. Think back on the world events of the past two years and the clashes between these two opposing groups. Think about the tensions becoming greater and greater between them as the time has gone on. Sunday’s lunar eclipse will close out this cycle, and it won’t happen without some upheaval on its way out.

In the world, we may see the beginnings of the fall of leaders, we may see secrets exposed and subverted situations coming to light unexpectedly. We may hear news out of Buckingham Palace, Washington, D.C., Russia, or Geneva. There will be a large shift on Sunday and into the early hours of Monday morning, and there will definitely be worldwide drama left in its wake.

As for what this lunar eclipse means for each of us personally, it can be very different for each sign. What will be consistent for us all, however, is the inconsistency: change. Eclipses mean shift, change, adaptation, but they also mean opportunity. Look to your sign and in your life to see what new opportunities lie ahead after our worlds get SUPER BLOOD WOLF MOON-ED.

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You can definitely find more in-depth information out there on the interwebs about what this lunar eclipse shift will mean for you personally, but I suspect that by the time Monday gets into full swing, we will all be starting to see the impact in one aspect or another!

Another cool thing I get to do is hanging out with the ladies of Girl’s Girls Media, Brittany and Meredith. Their Girl’s Girls Podcast is smart, funny, and my favorite hour every week – and that’s just the weeks I don’t spend recording with them! Starting this week, I get to be a recurring “friend of the pod”, and the girls’ Armchair Astrologer!

Check out the pod, subscribe, give it five stars, join the Patreon community, and tell your friends. It’s so much fun, and the people I’ve met through the Girl’s Girls Community Facebook group are seriously the most wonderful women on the planet. Consider this post an early eclipse-related opportunity for change!

Be safe this weekend – I know many of us are expecting a blizzard on top of an OMG SUPER BLOOD WOLF MOON – and keep your heart, mind, and soul open to the possibilities that an eclipse will be bringing our way.

Also, stay open to the possibility that you may hear your weirdo neighbor wolf-howling on Sunday night. If he has crystals in his hands, it’s probably no reason to call the authorities; if he has crystal meth in his hands, then DO call the cops.

*air kisses*

New Woo

New Woo :: Astrology

While I learn to overcome the past and manifest greatness, and align my spine and chakras or whatever-the-hell in the present, I find myself also looking to the woo-woo for a peek into the future. What does this year hold for me, and for the world around me? Is there a way to know how to proceed when there’s so much up in the air? Can I at least learn to interpret the blueprints of what the universe might be trying to show me?

As they say, “When in doubt, look up.”new woo __ astrologyEver since the prepubescent golden days of reading YM and Seventeen in my dark bedroom by actual-flashlight, way back when printed magazines came in the actual-mail along with our twenty-two Columbia House CDs, I have been obsessed with astrology.

Okay, obsessed might be a strong word, especially since I grew up in a fairly conservative home where watching The Simpsons and listening to bands that weren’t DC Talk were frowned upon, and playing Dungeons & Dragons in the neighbor kid’s basement was along the same lines of summoning demons with a candlelit Ouija board and some goat’s blood. I mean, I still did those things – with the exception of the demon summoning, I guess – but there wasn’t a whole lot of unsupervised time for a full-blown astrology obsession.

Although, now that I think about it, I did take several years of Latin in high school, so perhaps I could summon some demons. Hmm. That could be a skill that comes in handy down the road… Anyway, what I’m saying is: (nerdy) teens will be (socially awkward) teens. At least I wasn’t drinking in corn fields, right?

Regardless of the demons I did or did not summon, I loved horoscopes because as hokey as they were, they made me feel understood, and what teenager in the pre-internet age didn’t want to discover THAT? I’m a Sagittarius! There are more people like me out there? There are other real humans who just really get me and who are just as flighty and weird and foot-in-mouth-y as I am?! OH MY GOD HOW COOL IS THAT??  

*preteen squeal at a decibel heard only by canines*

As I grew older, and as the the World Wide Web became a world-ier, wider, webbier, and more easily navigable entity, I started to look further than Cosmo for my astrological woo-fixes.

I’ve been following Lance at Skywatch Astrology for well over a decade. He posts no-nonsense daily astrological forecasts that are not directed specifically at your Sun sign, but that allow you to view the movement of the planets and stars through a larger lens. His “born this week”, monthly, and yearly forecasts are also particularly enlightening!

I know I said I gave up Cosmo, but their longtime Bedside Astrologer, Hazel Dixon-Cooper, is one of my very favorite astrology writers, and I have a whole stack of her hilariously written Rotten Day astrology guides next to me at this very moment.

As I got deeper into astrology than simple Sun signs and glossy-pages horoscopes, I realized I needed a natal chart. I have been running mine, and those of friends, from Cafe Astrology for years. Pro-tip: you can get yours for free here, but if you want to pay a teensy bit, they’ll send you an even more detailed chart that’s easier to digest in the event that you’re not an in-depth weirdo like some of us. And this thing is VERY detailed.

Now, all that being said, the only time I have really ever tried to use my astrological “influencers” to divine the future or make shit happen in my life is when I was trying to get pregnant. Depending on how you came to this blog and how well you know me from my pre-woo-writing days, you may remember some of the desperation involved in that particular pursuit. I don’t believe I ever really found anything specific that made me think my stars were involved in how I came to be a parent, but sometimes just reading an astrological forecast, or a horoscope that was vaguely hopeful, brought me some serenity during some very tumultuous times.

Since I’m on this new woo journey, I thought maybe astrology would be a cool addition to my otherworldly repertoire. I’m in the process of revisiting and reviewing my natal chart now, as well as dusting off and exploring some of my old astrology books for answers about my past and present, and clues as to what lies ahead in my future.

I also selfishly want to know how many Sagittarians are also Ravenclaws. Caw caw, motherfuckers.

If you are an old pro at astrological readings, let me know! I’d love to hear more from seasoned stargazers! I’d also love to hear your stories of having your stars read professionally – were you able to find out something unexpected? Did you use any of that information to make changes to your life? Do you think your stars have an impact on your path through life? Tell me EVERYTHING.

As always, thanks for stopping by! Be sure to watch for my next post because you’re really going to want to know how the OMG SUPER WOLF BLOOD MOON is going to impact all of us!

*dun dun DUNNNN*


New Woo

New Woo :: Yoga

While I’m working on becoming a badass, I realize that thus far, manifesting the shit out of some positivity and abundance in my life has resulted in a lot of sitting. I know I need to move my body – that hasn’t been a big priority in my life in the past, honestly, and I’ve made that one of my biggest intentions for this year.

Yesterday was the first Monday of 2019, making it the unofficial New Year’s Day of Starting New Stuff. I made yesterday my bitch. I took a brisk 25 minute walk outside with my dog, I made and consumed healthy meals and snacks, I accomplished some other tasks on my to-do list, drank half my body weight in ounces of water like a non-garbage human, took vitamins, and felt pretty darn good about it.

Now, I live in the Midwest and January isn’t known for being terribly hospitable when it comes to outdoor physical activity regimens. We’re currently going through a little bit of a warm spell – it’s been in the forties and fifties here for the past few days – but that won’t last, and neither will my outdoor walking plans.

I knew I needed an indoor workout that I could do a.) without equipment because I have a1.) none, and a2.) no space for that, and b.) without a history of “working out” under my belt. Several people have recommended giving yoga another try recently – I suppose my insulting hot yoga’s mom probably didn’t help – and pretty much everyone agrees that Yoga with Adriene is the best place to start.



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Definition of yoga 

1 a Hindu theistic philosophy teaching the suppression of all activity of body, mind, and will in order that the self may realize its distinction from them and attain liberation

2a system of physical postures, breathing techniques, and sometimes meditation derived from Yoga but often practiced independently especially in Western cultures to promote physical and emotional well-being


Adriene, the totally not-Instagram-perfect, not-pretentious, not-super-woo-woo instructor, started a new 30 day series on January first called Dedicate. The nice thing is that you can actually start it at any time! Clearly, I didn’t know Adriene on January first, so she and I started our relationship today.

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You can find her videos on YouTube, but if you sign up for her emails, you’ll get a nice little breakdown of each day, plus the video link, in your inbox every morning. The best part is that it’s FREE. The second best part is that her dog wanders around in the background of the videos, and he looks like just the nicest, sweetest, bestest doggo ever, yes he does.

Since today was Day One, I got totally ready. I shaved my legs. I put on yoga pants for something besides couch-sitting, Netflix-bingeing, and competitive-snacking. I put on my favorite Star Wars shirt, because from what I can understand, “namaste” means the exact same thing as “may the force be with you”. I gave myself a Yoda-level pep-talk, and I was ready to go.

I don’t have a yoga mat, but I do have one thousand blankets, so I laid one of those down. I opened Adriene’s Day One video, Discern, and hit play. She started slowly, talking about breathing and really helping me, a newbie, to understand some of the different ways you can breathe and move and listen to what your body is doing.

Adriene talks to you in a very calming way, but isn’t stuffy about it. I don’t know why every time I think about a yoga instructor, I think in extremes: it’s either picture-perfect Instagram influencer in full makeup on the beach at sunset, or it’s the love child of Professor Trelawney and Yoda. Thankfully, Adriene seems to fall in a nice, safe, middle ground. Also, do not Google “Professor Trelawney and Yoda fanfic” or you will see things you’ll never be able to unsee.

She talks you through the movements, but explains them both in technical terms, and using the proper names for each pose so you can catch on if you’re new. She also offers alternative options for poses and adjustments if your body just won’t, or can’t, do what she is asking. She reassures you many, many times throughout the video that “this is normal”.

By the time I completed the video, I could definitely feel the stretching in my muscles, and while I felt more relaxed, perhaps even centered, my heart rate was up and I had clearly done some good for my body. Today’s instruction was 49 minutes, but I looked ahead and most days appear to be in that 40-minute sweet spot.

All in all, it was a good burn. I liked it, but it was hard. I’m sure it’s going to get harder, and I am doing my very best to manifest bendy-vibes for the days to come. My hope is that once I start to get the hang of this, I can use the time to focus and meditate while moving my body. I’ve committed to 30 days of this, so I’ll update you as I go along both here, and on social media!

Will I gain muscle strength and flexibility? That’s the goal!

Will I harness the woo and find more inner peace, intentionality, and joy? I sure hope so!

Will I figure out where in the hell my third eye is? TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO FIND OUT.



Product Recommendation:

A few friends have been talking about an app called Daylio for tracking your activities and moods day to day. I just started using it!

It’s nice because you can customize the activities that make the most sense for your lifestyle, and you can set goals to accomplish and track them through the app. After time goes by, you can start to see patterns, and if you’re obsessed with data like I am, this is a very cool thing.

If you’re looking for something to help keep you on track, try Daylio for yourself, and track your goals, moods, and activities for 2019!

Read Receipts

Read Receipts :: Becoming a Badass


I’ve started making progress on Jen Sincero’s You Are a Badass, and while I have not yet fully magicked into a Fierce Warrior Goddess of Positivity and Abundance, I can already tell that this book is going to have an impact.

In the freaking introduction, the author talks about change and success and general badassery being decisions one makes, and in that discussion quotes Anais Nin:

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Guys. This quote was a direct inspiration in the naming of this blog. The idea of the late-blooming flower, and the blind faith it sometimes takes to just let go and just be are big motivators in what I hope to accomplish, despite the roundabout ways I’ve taken, and likely will continue to take, to get there. Clearly Jen and I are meant to be besties. If you can hook that up, email me ay-sap.

Freaky coincidence aside, what I’ve read (and reread and highlighted and bookmarked) so far is definitely resonating with the path I’m setting myself on for the coming year. I’m looking forward to digging in further and really committing to this process.

Outside of devoting myself to this book fully, I’m trying to be less of a garbage human and drink more water. They (those bastards) say that you should drink half your body weight in ounces of water every day, and apparently the water used to make McDonald’s Coke doesn’t count, which is pretty much bullshit, but whatever.

In the same vein of being less garbagey, I made this sweeping statement that sounded suspiciously like a resolution that I would move my body more. I’ve never been a gym-rat, per se; and what I mean by that is that I don’t think I’ve ever really worked out in my entire life.


I KNOW, OKAY? So, while it’s probably a total set-up-for-failure to say that I’ll be working my ass off both figuratively and literally in 2019, I think it’s possible for me to commit to things like walking the dog more, giving yoga another chance (but seriously, fuck you and your mom, hot yoga), and maybe riding a bike. The littlest person in the house is getting to that bike-riding age, and come springtime, I think it would be setting a nice example if we could all maybe do that as a family. Plus, the other day I squatted down to get a can off the bottom shelf at a store, and it took me three tries to reverse-squat my way back upright, sooooo… yeah.

On that note, I’d like to flip the script, as the kids say – the kids do say that, right? Yeet the script? That sounds right. – and ask what goals, intentions, or even resolutions you the readers have set for yourselves in the coming months? Are you partaking in Dry January? No-Shave Nineteen (*raises both hands*)? Have you declared a Word of the Year? Is it “yeet”?

(Seriously, what is “yeet”?? Is it a noun, a verb? An expletive?? HELP ME I’M OLD.)

Let me know what you’re doing, or not doing this year. Let me know if I can support you! Let me know if there’s something you’d like to see me cover here on the blog!

Thanks, as always, for reading. I’m pretty excited about this new undertaking, and I can’t wait to see where all of these avenues of weirdness lead me. And I can’t wait to take you fellow weirdos with me.

*yeets positive vibes in your general direction*




New Year, New Woo

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Happy New Year, y’all!

Did you wake up this morning brimming with hope and optimism? Have you spent the past few days making a list of resolutions, intentions, or goals for the coming year? Did you, too, spend yesterday eating your body weight in buffalo chicken dip and posting your Insta Top Nine all over the social medias?

Well then welcome to 2019, friends. It’s about to get INTENTIONAL up in here.

Oh hey, welcome to the blog, too, by the way. If you know me personally, digitally, or biblically (Hiiii, husband!), then you know I’ve had something up my sleeve for a while now.

This is it. I hope you’re not terribly disappointed that I didn’t join or form an actual cult, but you can always pretend if you want to! Just do what I do, but don’t hold me to any sort of responsibility for your choices or actions! Results definitely not guaranteed!

Here’s how all of this came about:

I spent much of 2018 floundering. I had crippling anxiety, left my long term job in recruitment, dyed my hair purple, started a couple of new ventures in the name of “work-life balance”, and lost both my mojo and motivation somewhere in probably August or September.

I was suffering from a lifetime of compounded feelings of inadequacy, perfectionism, and just not knowing what I wanted to BECOME, or how even to navigate those waters.

At thirty-*cough* years old, I figured I should really have a better handle on things, and yet…

*gestures around at flaming debris of adulthood*

So, as 2018 drew to a close, I knew that much of the world would be riding the grossly-optimistic tide of the “new year, new you” peddlers, and that was as good a time as any for me to start something new, and really commit to finding my way in life.

I have some dear friends who have been urging me to try some Law of Attraction work. If you’ve never read The Secret, the Law of Attraction is the belief that by focusing on positive or negative thoughts, people can bring positive or negative experiences into their life. It’s all very “woo-woo”, but people swear it works.



After spending most of December feeling depressed, sad, and anxious about finances, the future, and everything around me, I decided that honestly, what did I have to lose at this point? Maybe I should give it a shot. So I started to think about my options.

Then I spent Christmas night taking actual shots of pinworm medication with my husband and four-year-old because kids are DIS GUST ING, and it was then that I KNEW I needed a change of mind, attitude, and spirit. And probably a gallon of bleach.

Jen Sincero’s book You are a Badass has been sitting on my shelf for a few months now, and I’ve decided to dive in and give myself over to her brand of Law of Attraction work.  Having read The Secret years ago in an attempt to voodoo a baby into my barren womb, I wasn’t interested in reliving that particular variety of woo.

So this is where I start: I’m going to attempt to woo me a NEW me, beginning with the Law of Attraction. Because I’ve been drawn to other woo-ish beliefs in the past, I’m also going to explore all sorts of interesting practices, and apply them to my life.

My hope here is to entertain and educate while learning and growing as a person. If I can gain a better understanding of what makes me tick, what I do well, and how I am best motivated, I believe I can parlay that into a meaningful life going forward.

I hope you’ll stick around to read about my adventures in attempting to magic my way into growing the fuck up, and please feel free to look me up pretty much everywhere you get your social media fix uploaded into your brain cavity.