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!

  • I lived today

    I started early, took my bike and visited the creek. The sparkles on the water came out to look at me. For my new job I am both the writer and the photographer. So, for the story I am working on at this moment I set out early this morning to capture the necessary photographs. Read more

  • “Ignorance” is my new best friend

    I think I have listened to the song “Ignorance” over ten times. And sure, that’s not a lot compared to the people that have played it 500 times and more, but that’s a big number for me. I don’t like to listen to the same song all the time; I like to mix it up Read more

  • And I’m disgusted

    Everybody annoys me. People, as a whole, annoy me. On Friday my mother and I were running some necessary errands. I didn’t feel like getting out of the car for one of the stores she entered, so I sat and people-watched. People disgust me. Many of these people were obviously doing some last-minute shopping for Read more

  • Thirteen poems later…

    Thirty days hath September, April, June and November… Throughout this 2009 month of June I: wrote thirteen poems, apparently listened to 398 songs from iTunes while sitting at my computer (and I’m still adding onto that number), learned that some people believe that the black bits in a banana are tarantula eggs, watched Charlie’s Angels Read more

  • Painted-on faces

    Dark eyeliner in the wrong spot and dark shadow to match, they strut around with blackened eyes; the future’s freshly baked batch. Makeup applied in a liberal amount cover-up, concealer and blush. It’s oh-so-obvious what they’re trying to hide; it’s their “flaws” from the latest crush. Find me a girl who knows what she wants; Read more

  • Out of bed at the crack of noon

    Yeah, I just got up. Fifteen minutes ago, to be exact. I thought I would wake up and be home alone for a few blessed hours, but of course that is not the case. Two of my three older brothers are in the other room right now tinkering with their laptops. They went out to Read more