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!

  • The trigger for tears. Thanks, Mom.

    It’s been six months. Six months and I didn’t even realize it. Logging in to Facebook yesterday morning brought this post made by my mother to my attention: …followed by some silent tears because Emily, of course, tries to hold back emotions when she’s in public places. She’d rather be overwhelmed by them late at Read more

  • Thoughts from one tiny corner of the universe

    There are so many thoughts in my brain right now, tripping over each other, colliding into each other, grabbing and pulling at each other, fighting, rioting and screaming. The pressure to write something on blackbyrd has crushed me for the past three years, once writing got hard. I tried to write something over the past two weeks. Then Read more

  • Go around or you’ll drown

    Trevor refused to divulge his plan. “You’ll see when we get there,” he said. He probably knew we’d all steal his idea if we had known ahead of time. We definitely would have stolen his idea. So we set a 5-hour block appointment with our favorite tattoo artist. I had my design; Mom, hers; Kim –– Read more

  • Oh, the thinks you can think (in 2009)

    6/23/2009 –– I know that with every mistake I make comes a lesson to learn, but that doesn’t relieve the sick feeling in my stomach whenever I make one. I don’t like messing up. I am not very partial to making someone disappointed in me; especially someone I care about. I’ve learned to think before Read more

  • Seriously, show your “Joe”

    I finally watched Miss Representation and I can’t stop thinking about it. It intrigued me, empowered me, pissed me off and confused me. But it also made a lot of sense. It made me realize a few things about myself, women in general and the world around me. Sex sells. I remember learning this during Drug Abuse Read more

  • Cheers to my friend named Emily

    So this year I  met a girl named Emily and she completely changed my life. I found Emily in January. She had picked up a job at an Olympia Sports store near her school to show her parents she was well aware of her financial situation based on the decisions she’d made. She donned the athletic pants and Read more