It was about me, not it. It was time to separate.
I never felt like I identified with the Gen X's or Y's or Millenials. Now I know why. I am a Xennial. Apparently, this term was used as early as 2014 to describe a micro-generation, those of us born between 1977 and 1983. We're caught between the pessimism and cynicism of Generation X and, the... Continue Reading →