millennial blog project
I won’t sit idly by and watch my life pass before my eyes
A millennial’s coming-of-age story
My name is Emily and I’m 30 years old. I’ve been writing on this blog in fits and spurts since I was 14, originally as “Blackbyrd” on blackbyrd.wordpress.com. I’ve long been enamored by the written word and have scribbled poems and sonnets in countless notebooks since I was 7.
Today I’m a classically trained journalist who has built a successful career in corporate marketing. On this blog I write about my musings while traveling all over the world and riding my bike.
Welcome to my never-ending coming-of-age story.
Thanks for visiting!
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Post 508: That Girl
I think about that girl who started this blog a lot. She was 14 years old. What I think is that she had bright-red hair. What I know is that she was trying to figure out her sophomore year of high school. Even if she didn’t know what she wanted, she knew that what she Read more
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Post 507: Writing to write vs. writing to have written
I caught him listening to a financial podcast. Again. He stood at the kitchen island peeling carrots or potatoes or something; I can’t remember what it was for dinner that night. I moaned. I complained, “Not another podcast!” Then I picked up the peeler or the knife and the carrots or whatever it was with Read more
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Post 506: ‘That spunky little kid’
I entered the corporate world nearly 10 years ago as a fresh-faced intern. With $300 in my bank account and a shock of bright red hair, I thought I knew everything. And in some ways, I did. People told me I was “spunky” – I had a quirky personality and a no-nonsense approach to my Read more
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Post 505: The laptop debacle
I left my laptop at the office on Wednesday night. Resting on its docking station in my organized mess of a cubicle, it beckoned to me. Backpack strap in hand, I reached over to undock, lift, and put my laptop into its cozy compartment. But at the last moment I stopped myself. And took a Read more
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Post 504: ‘Go outside’
I called Nick because I’d had a frustrating afternoon. The morning started out fine – I decided to work from home when I noticed I didn’t have any in-person meetings. I chugged along, answering emails, swapping the laundry and folding mounds of clothing. He spent the morning washing his bikes, checking his email, and stretching Read more
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Post 503: How to buy a house
A stream-of-consciousness account of our most recent emotional roller coaster. You’re comfortable. You wake up each day in a cozy, three-floor townhouse that you pay minimal monthly rent for, especially since you split it with your boyfriend. You have clothes on your back, food in the fridge, and a job to report to each day. Read more
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