Last week’s Brazen Careerist meet up in Washington, D.C. was an important milestone for our team.

When companies, especially startups, get caught up in the hustle of post-funding mayhem, the community manager is what will keep you aligned with your loyal, pre-funding customers. And those loyal customers are important when you’re community building. It’s a messy and erratic job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

I recently got an email from a Gen Yer sick of people writing about Generation Y, saying “We” and “Us” as if they have a God-given right to be a spokesman for millions.

When I hear older generations talk about Generation Y having to pay their dues, I get a little sick to my stomach. Not because I’m trying so hard to avoid the whole thing (I am), but because I have more important things to develop before worrying about a fat paycheck and a corner office.

Everyone is saying the same stuff over and over: Boomers and X’ers complain about Generation Y, and then Generation Y complains about everybody else. But really, we should all just be complaining about ourselves together.

Because of blogging, my life took a complete one-eighty in less than a year. One day I was working in a cubicle, the next I was part of a startup. And as much as that whole scenario blew my freaking mind, I didn’t change via start-up alone.

What I realized through my lack of action over the past year is that great things can happen in a juncture. We’re really just procrastinating when we deceive ourselves into thinking we should wait.

Millennials have been called everything from the Next Great Generation to praise-hungry narcissists. Can blogging—all by itself—alter, perhaps even define, the image of my generation?

I have anxiety. And not the kind you get when employee reviews come around either. I’m talking about clinically diagnosed, heart-palpitating, mind-numbing anxiety. It sucks. But I’ve learned to live with it.

Last night, Penelope had a dinner date, but nobody to watch her children. So being the great co-workers that we are, Ryan and I put Cinco de Mayo on hold and spent an evening getting to know her two sons. They’re both very smart kids, and I learned a lot from them—a lot about leadership, surprisingly enough.