Latest dispatch
On the particular grief of no longer being the person who has it together
I used to be the one who remembered everyone’s deadlines. Now I forget what I was saying mid-sentence. This is not a tragedy. This is a Tuesday.
✦ Personal dispatches from the wreckage ✦
I quit the spreadsheets.
I kept the chaos.
A blog about being a person — specifically, this person. Neurodivergent, exhausted, opinionated, and somehow still here.
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“The chaos is not a symptom. The chaos is the point.”
✦ What’s happening in here
This week I became obsessed with—
The surprisingly rich history of marginalia, or: I am not the first person to write in book margins
Turns out annotating your books is a centuries-old tradition. Medieval monks were doing it. I feel vindicated.
Stuff I found at 2am
The chronic illness toolkit: things that actually help vs. things that just look helpful on Instagram
A weighted blanket, a pill organizer that doesn’t make me feel 90, and a lamp that tricks my brain into thinking it’s not 4pm in November.
Fiction
The woman who fell asleep at her own retirement party
She had narcolepsy. They thought she was making a statement. She was not making a statement.
About Emma
MBA. Accountant. Someone’s mother. Someone else’s wife. Finance Executive. Cancer survivor. Narcoleptic. Neurodivergent. Somehow still here and still very opinionated about things. I spent years being professionally competent and personally exhausted. Now I write about it.
* Names changed. Employer not named. Dignity mostly intact.
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