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!

  • This shows how observant I am

    I honestly am not a very observant person. I don’t recognize details (unless they’re important to me), and I almost never notice anything. Maybe this explains why I made a blunder today. We had our first “real” Track meet of the 2009 season today. I got up in the morning with almost everything ready, but Read more

  • Puzzle Pieces

    We are puzzle pieces, walking around everyday of life, Walking puzzle pieces fighting the battle everyday releases, Until our living ceases to exist. You’re a walking puzzle piece – where do you fit? To whom to you belong? Your match – your perfect fit – could be anywhere. Go have a look-see. Search for him Read more

  • The organ sings that well-known tune as soon as she enters the room. Clasping her daddy’s arm so tight she looks at everyone but the groom. The grass tickles her bare feet as she walks down the aisle to meet her bright future and her destiny, her path paved with dirt, grass, and defeat. The Read more

  • Stompin’ around on the Earth, it’s much too big for me. I’m just a speck on the wall you’d need a microscope to see. I’m one teeny tiny person in the grand scheme of things I can’t see what else there is – He forgot to give me wings. I fall at heartbreak and sorrow Read more

  • ~No title~

    The butterflies are confused, they’re returned to their broken cocoons, to bring back their original form: an ugly, wriggling, fuzzy worm. They sit at the bottom and wriggle around, other feelings are more pleasant, I have found. But the fluttering I enjoy so is gone, as is he from which they were drawn Their cycle, Read more

  • Procrastinate no more

    All of my classmates are complaining about the Anthology that we got assigned. This massive project is homework for three months(?) and due in May for every sophomore class that passes through my high school. My oldest brother did it, my middle older brother did it, and my youngest older brother did it. It includes Read more