Emily Ellet

So it’s been really quiet here on the blog for a while.  It turns out, it’s hard for me to blog “normally” when I’m going through something as emotionally upsetting as a divorce. Everything in my life and my work, honestly everything I could possibly want to write about, ends up relating back to the divorce, which I can’t talk about because of the legal process and because it is so intensely personal.  At the same time, and what is in some ways worse, many of the very things

How miserable it is to pack dishes How many dishes there seem to be, even after giving a bunch away How I am too efficient of an organizational guru, which meant I kept stumbling upon hidden caches of storage I hadn’t known I’d made – and then having to pack it all How much effort changing your address is How you will always forget at least one critically important vendor/business/person to tell your new address to and have to try to track down your package/card/paycheck How

My biggest concern before coming home was that I would lose the more relaxed approach to life I had discovered on the cruise ship.  I am a BIG-TIME Overachiever (with a capital o!), who spent pretty much every minute of her life from about 12 to 29 attempting to do more.  I was a volunteer in multiple organizations no matter where I lived, a participant in tons of different extracurriculars, not to mention my own CEO, hustling up work at every opportunity (and then doing said

Our peers were aghast (though I’m not sure they would have known what the word meant), but I have very fond memories of playing outside, creating intricate worlds with Legos and Little Tykes, and of reading.  A movie was a once-a-week treat, it seemed, primarily on Friday nights when we had “Silly Dinner” – a.k.a. whatever you wanted, as much as you wanted.  (My dinners usually consisted of popcorn, ice cream, and cheddar cheese; in retrospect, this would have been such a gre