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!

  • Obligatory birthday post

    I feel like I’ve been 18 forever. It’s about time I aged. The number of years I’ve been alive is a complete façade. My age doesn’t define me. My mom has always said I’m “<insert age here> going on 30.” My confidence and general know-how is what defines me. I’m typing this in a room Read more

  • Mourning memories

    I watched from my bedroom window, tears rolling down my cheeks. The little girl and her mom walked down the driveway back to their car, taking some of my childhood with them. A couple of years ago, my mom and I perused our basement for garage sale items. “Which doll house do you want to Read more

  • Selling it backward

    Okay, so I can’t sleep. It’s like one of those things where you cannot locate something because you are looking for it. I’m trying to sleep and so it evades me. Bastard. I’ve been coughing and sniffling. There’s already some crust in my eyes as if it cannot wait to glue my eyes shut when I try Read more

  • Two years of “The Bubble”

    Two years. Two freakin’ years. You have got to be kidding me.   Papa handed me the check. I cashed it. Envelope overflowing with money. Most I’ve ever held. Most I’ve ever spent. I handed it over and drove an iridescent Volkswagen Bug home. Mom and I were positively giddy on that ride back.   During the Eucharist Read more

  • Hyperventilation and heart palpitations

    “No one passes you on that hill, Emily.” I heard that in my head. On repeat. I rounded the second-to-last flag and, dog-tired,  glanced up at the gully I had to climb. “Show me the same guts you showed me last year.”  Oh, he wanted guts? I’d give him guts. What have I got to lose? I thought. Read more

  • A stalemate of a friendship

    Should it bother me? Because it does. We’ve reached a sort of stalemate in our relationship. I am certainly not making the first move. Not after this. The first move should have come from my opponent quite a few weeks ago. An informative text would have been nice. I would have planned accordingly. I was Read more