A popular discussion at recent happy hours and potluck dinners has been how to classify yourself in your 20s. Quarterlifers seems a little optimistic (seriously, if you think at 25, you are only 1/4 of the way through your life span, you are putting more faith in the value of health and exercise than I ever would) and anything with the word “young” attached to it feels a little disingenuous. While I think the postcollegiate moniker is appropriate for this blog (and where I feel I am in my life), college also seems like it was decades ago. Hell, I just attended my first [legit] college reunion last month!
It’s only fitting that this timely post from Thought Catalog came across my Twitter feed the other day. Ryan O’Connell, a fantastic blogger, posits that you have to drop the title somewhere at the year and a half mark, providing you land a real job. Of course, what is a real job? Is it your dream job? Something in your field? If you’re scraping by on blogging and freelancing and selling plasma, does that count?