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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Peanut butter & jelly
I always try to do what makes sense. Take bread, peanut butter and jelly from the hotel continental breakfast in the morning to have for lunch. (Don’t forget the banana and yogurt.) If it’s a beautiful day, go outside instead of staying in staring at a rectangle. Ride your bike to the gym instead of Read more
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14 to 20
My brother’s college professor encouraged his students to begin a blog. LiveJournal, BlogSpot, WordPress…power up your iBook, find the site that works for you and create an account. So he did. Jordan started a WordPress blog, called it “Innocence, In a Sense” and practiced his writing. (This is why Jordan is WAY smarter than I Read more
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A rainy juxtaposition
Lightning flashes. Rain hits my window, creating rivulets that slide down slow as molasses. I’m safe in my room. My hotel room. My own bathroom in the back, my own king-sized bed in the front facing the window. I turn off the TV and my bedside table lamp to make it lighter outside, but sky Read more
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Life, man
Writing is hard. Writing sucks. A lot (of dick, if we’re going beyond PG here). Writing takes me forever. So that explains my absence. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve conjured up the “Add New Post” screen, only to look at the clock and realize two hours of writing would cut my sleeping Read more
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Worm food
Sometimes I don’t understand the point of life when we ultimately end up in hospitals. In nursing homes. In rehabilitation centers. In assisted-living facilities. In the ground. I recall a scene from “Hamlet,” when whatever Shakespearean character says even kings become food for the worms in the end. Even kings become worm food. Your parents, grandparents, Read more
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