#Upandcoming #Quarterlifer

Reclaiming the quarter-life crisis, one hashtag at a time

#Blogtops Challenge: Confessions of a Country Music Convert

Do you guys remember those survey forwards that we used to get in middle school and send around to each other? You know? The one’s you’d get on your AOL account that went something like..



Favorite Food:

Favorite Backstreet Boy:

Favorite type of music:

If you were anything like me your answer to the last question probably read something like: ANYTHING BUT COUNTRYYYYY! BLECH PUKE! With exception being that your answer was probably written in Comic Sans. 

I don’t know what it is, but for some reason a grew up with an all-out HATRED toward country music. Even just the first few notes of a banjo or harmonica was enough to send me running for the hills and reaching for the radio knob.


For this week’s #blogtop theme: TUNES, I’m coming out…

I now like country music!


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27 (semi) Life-Shattering Realizations for my 27th Birthday

You guys. I think it’s time I come clean.

I recently had my birthday.

I’m 27.

My thoughts exactly, Kevin McAllister.

For the first time that I can remember, I was legit sad about getting older. I’m not trying to complain, I know i still have many many great years ahead of me. And, no way in heck am I going to give up my #quarterlifer status. However, on that day and in that moment I felt lonely and old and got to thinking about all of the realizations that I’ve had as I’ve gotten older. Some were sad, some were happy, some were dumb. Some probably were just random day-dreams of stuff that has nothing to do with being 27 at all.

So… here they are!


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Common Misconceptions About The #millennials

One thing that really struck me while working at a coffee shop for two years, was the complete misunderstanding the generation of #millennials. For starters, nobody could fathom why a college graduate was working at a coffee shop. “What are you doing here?” people would ask me.

I remember one time a customer came up to me, and began complaining about the Occupy Movement, saying something along the lines of “Why don’t those lazy people just get a job?!”

Now, I’ll admit that the Occupy Movement, in a lot of ways, lacked legs to stand on and a clear agenda to accomplish. At the same time though, I couldn’t believe how much of a misunderstanding there was of the narrative of the folks in my generation. Let me try and debunk those misconceptions:


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