There are days when I wear that label proudly. I came of age during the new century. I am a digital native, a confident and opinionated woman, an expressive individual, and a writer and traveller. In less than 30 years of life, I've had the opportunity to see, read, visit, and explore so many things.
Being a millenial is fun. It's a generation of opportunity, after all. Color and gender suddenly don't matter when it comes to choosing career paths. My marriage is one of mutual respect and consideration, not a one-way street of dominance. Social media and the Internet leave the world (and everyone in it) at my fingertips.
I love being a millenial.
We are part of a global village. We invent cool words and type in acronyms. We have gadgets instead of pets.
It's pretty cool.
But there are days when I am less proud of the label.
There are days when the term means laziness, faithlessness, and narcissism. There are HR department heads who shudder in fear at a stack of applications with no one born before 1980. There are moments when the word is spit out with total disdain.
And as much as I'd like to argue, those bad days happen more often than the good ones.
Because whether we like it or not, our actions do speak louder than words. Or, in some cases, louder than inaction.
Millenials, it's our turn to make sure we leave the right legacy (not that most of us care about anything beyond 'today' and 'right now,' apparently). But if you're still reading, then you're probably one of the hopeful ones. It's our turn to write the next chapter of history.
Are we leaving anything of lasting achievement?
Or just a bunch of selfies?