In my first five years of working in “the real world”, I held down five different jobs. One of these was part-time and held in conjunction with my current day job. However, when friends or co-workers would ask me about my job history, it would oftentimes seem that I was older than I really was — soley because of the fact that at the ripe old age of 25, I’d already amassed a whole resume page full of relevant job titles.

It was then that I realized I was what the adults called a “job hopper”. With it’s adverse sound and generally negative connotation, I immediately jumped on defense — backing the countless responsibilities I’d been so lucky to nail down. But the fact was — and still is — that I am indeed a job hopper. And I’ve come to realize that there’s nothing wrong with that.