
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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When I’m old and wrinkly
Robby bought me the cutest diary ever. I saw it at the pharmacy where he works and he bought it for me. It’s green with a heart-shaped lock and a heart-shaped key. I wear the key on a necklace so that I have a reminder to write in my diary almost every night. It’s not Read more
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Black with bright blue spots
When I was cleaning out our garage a few weeks ago, there was this butterfly flew around and watched me do it. Not even kidding me. It flew in, landed on some of the stuff I was sorting and then continued to move around and watch me. Every time I looked, it was in a Read more
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Love yourself (a rant)
I understand plastic surgery when it really is necessary. Many women diagnosed with breast cancer lose one of their breasts and have it replaced surgically. They get a fake breast that poses as a real one. I totally get that. I also understand when children are born with cleft lip and they have it surgically Read more
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Thoughts from the loveseat
It finally rained. The past few days, the sky has been cloudy and awful and the rain has been let loose. I loved it. When I saw puddles form in the front yard, I thought for sure that our little village would flood again and felt sick at the thought of it. But, all is Read more
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The underwater world
Have you ever felt so at peace, you wish you could melt away? That’s how I feel when I’m underwater. The only problem is that it doesn’t last, and for obvious reasons. The other day, we went swimming in my aunt’s pool. It was crystal clear and beautiful. After awhile of fooling around with my Read more