We like to give generations plenty of labels. It’s a little absurd, slapping a sticker on millions of people that just happened to be born in the same time range and proclaiming that they’re somehow all alike. But we do it anyway, and then spend our time finding examples of how our designated labels are true (and, let’s be honest, sometimes they are – though whether it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy is an open question).

There’s the Baby Boomers – I won’t even go into all the labels they carry, Lord knows there are enough of them who’ll be more than happy to go down the list for you — there’s the “Generation X” in between (which you can read plenty about here), and then there’s us, the Boomer spawn. We’re “shifty,” “unfocused,” “spoiled”; we “lack dedication” (a half-assed euphemism for “lazy”). On the whole, we’re apparently a group of incessant navel gazers who can barely work a doorknob without wondering what’s in it for them. (As an aside, what’s so inherently wrong with navel gazing? I find it to be a pretty engaging pastime. All sorts of interesting stuff in there.)

There’s not much point in constructing some painstaking argument to disprove all this – it’s sort of like building a detailed case to show that unicorns don’t exist. But one thing you do have to give my generation: we’re superstars at dealing with change. We change up everything in our lives, on a regular basis – cities, countries, jobs, careers, hair colors, sexual orientations, the list goes on.

So maybe it’s the subconscious aftereffects of my generation’s labels that led me to change my job, my apartment, and my relationship status all at the same time. Or maybe it was just that life was feeling pretty damn stagnant, and I was sick of waiting for external factors to “fix it” or “make it better” (hear that, Boomers? How’s that new Maserati treating you?)

So after a few weeks of getting in touch with my Inner Sloth (apparently my Inner Sloth likes eating M&Ms for breakfast and reading Caroline Knapp), I’ve unpacked my boxes and started a job as the deputy web editor at Discover magazine. As for the rest, who knows how it’ll work itself out. But for now, I’m clutching safely to my sanity — ’cause my generation is expert in coping with an uncertain future.