Tracy Kornet's Blog

I am living in a one-bedroom apartment. Thought I wouldn't bury the lead. Many people think I'm nuts. More wonder if I've become a gambling addict.  Over Christmas break people pitied me. I saw it in their eyes. Oh, you poor dear.  Oh my. What happened to Tracy and her family?  I could never live like that.   Turns out, this was one of the best Christmases my family has ever spent together. All of us under one roof. I felt like  Charlie and the Chocolate Factory  with two or three kids in our sole, king-sized bed. If you follow this blog, you know I've been writing about Big Dreams and waking up with enthusiasm every morning. I want to share a crazy step I took toward mine a few months ago. My next-door neighbor and former colleague at Channel 4 sold her house for a decent profit. She highly encouraged me to sell mine, too.  As I considered the idea, I thought of our best family friends in Arizona.  They're a tad bit older with kids the same ag

The news broke yesterday as I was a third of the way through her new book, Settle for More . Megyn Kelly was leaving a rumored $20 million dollar offer at Fox and moving to NBC to host a daytime and Sunday night news show. At the same time, after posting here  about a new pursuit of one's Big Dreams , I have continued to receive messages and private emails from women saying yes to my proposed experiment--to take one step every day to help them move toward their Big Dream. Coincidence? I think not. While reading Kelly's book on the treadmill (yay, small step!), I was struck by something the wife and mother of three wrote in her journal during her crazily successful years as a big-time lawyer. I am more exciting than this! I am more interesting than this! I am more interested than this! I need more out of life! Kelly goes on to write how she had become mesmerized by midnight reruns of Oprah, who spoke about how we are all one decision away from changing our lives. K

Her dad brought these UCLA trading cards back from a trip to California. Something about seeing the stack on the kitchen counter sparked a strange, familiar feeling inside. And this time, it wasn't just motherly love or mountainous pride in my little girl, Nicole. I'll call it the LaLa Land effect: that exciting, feel-it-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach, something-big-is-happening-here kind of moment when you start to believe that maybe you're actually going places. I saw the movie LaLa Land over the weekend. While I wasn't overly in love with the Emma Stone/Ryan Gossling flick, it did something to my subconsciousness. The pseudo-musical stimulated some vivid, colorful dreams later that night, following a living room sing-along with my talented BFF and her daughters who saw it too (which I couldn't help but stream on Facebook live unbeknownst to them). If you're not familiar with the premise, LaLa Land gets you thinking about the Big Dream