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!

  • Another day in the life

    So, right now I am totally wasting my own time. But, it’s whatever. It’s my time to waste, so why not waste it? I’m in Creative Writing right now, and I’m throwing away the class period Ms. Giancola has so nicely set aside for us to work on our projects. All of the computers were Read more

  • Except Nickelback, of course

    I used to be genre specific. Well, I’m definitely not anymore. Thanks to my best friend, I’m really into country; a genre I used to put away in disgust. Now, I’m open to anything. Except Nickelback, of course. *shudders* For example, I have 114 songs in my iPod’s “Recently Added” playlist. Therein lies the art Read more

  • I wouldn’t change a thing

    You know you’ve got it good when you take a walk in the dark and the dark isn’t scary. The shadows don’t loom; they beckon. Inside those shadows is more opportunity. You know you’ve got it good when what you love is made possible by someone you’re falling in love with. You know you’ve got Read more

  • Deal with it

    When they got up and left after I sat down, I was dumbfounded. Absolutely dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe that people would actually be that rude, and I didn’t understand why. Now I do. Apparently my outspokenness and ability to voice my words annoys the crap out of them. Oh well. They’ll just have to deal. Read more

  • Everything is connected and beautiful

    It was beautiful. The snow glittered in the light the streetlamp gave off and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. He held my hand as we trudged across his yard, he in his boots and me in my Converse high tops. After awhile, I couldn’t handle it anymore, and he noticed. He scooped Read more

  • Dear March, come in!

    This poem by Emily Dickinson leaves me praying for March throughout the winter. Well, it’s finally here. And here’s the poem for your viewing pleasure: Dear March-Come in- How glad I am- I hoped for you before- Put down your Hat- You must have walked- How out of Breath you are- Dear March, Come right Read more