millennial blog project

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!

  • The commander, the laughter and the fighter

    I laid down on the bed in my multi-colored room. Four walls, four different colors. Sky blue, raspberry, bright orange and light green. My thirteenth birthday present: a grown-up room. …and yet, not quite. On the orange wall next to the window, I pinned a Powerpuff Girl poster. A Paramore poster is above it, sure, Read more

  • Politically ignorant

    Originally written last night, Saturday Jan. 5. Saturday Night Live is a repeat tonight. Two months ago, when this episode originally aired, I sat where I am now and watched. (With my birthday right around the corner, I came home that weekend.) The election was also right around the corner. Yep Jon, here’s the post Read more

  • This is for the moms

    The more I age, the more I see of Christmas’s hidden side. And it ain’t pretty. “What Christmas cookie is your favorite?” My mom texted to me a few days before break began. “Peanut blossoms,” I replied. I put my phone down in excitement. Mom is going to have Christmas cookies ready to eat when I Read more

  • Full House

    Reggie looked like a puppy again. He lowered his head, licked bits of snow and came up with snow clinging to his nose. At 13 years old, he’s definitely getting up there in years. His colors aren’t as defined; the grey almost overpowers the reddish brown in some places. But he’s still a puppy. JuneBug, Read more

  • An insomniac’s tick

    Oh hey, 2:30 a.m. Nice to see you again for the fourth or fifth time this week. My mother has insisted that the candle in my window be on a timer. The timer ticks. Anything that ticks makes me tick. She knows this. But, at least I don’t have to turn my candle on every Read more

  • Dress your best for success

    “Dress for the job you want, not the one you have,” my mom has drilled into my head. It applies in everyone’s daily life; not just the working man or woman’s. I am a student right now. It could be considered my “job,” I guess. But it’s not the one I want, per se. College Read more