My twenties have been rough so far. They’ve been a beautiful wonderful mess filled with exploration, good/bad relationships, and a bunch of other strange challenges I didn’t expect to encounter at this stage of my life. As always, books have been there for me and I could go to them for solace, information, the comfort of a perfect stranger bleeding words onto a page. Here are the top 20 books that helped me out in my twenties, broken up into 3 categories: “Coming to terms with who I am and who I’m supposed to be,” “Getting through the hard stuff,” and “Learning the truth about parts of the world I had previously ignored.” Some of these books fell into my hands in college and others I sought out during my post-grad years. Others I have re-read in an attempt to bring some kind of joy and understanding back into my life.
It’s not the training you need for a career, but instead it’s like a power-up for the rest of your life.
I met a very nice man in a Panera yesterday when I was having lunch with my mom. The man was wearing a striking blue hoodie that said “READ OR ELSE” on it when I saw him walk through the door. The hoodie was hilarious to me, so on my way back from getting out food, I complimented him on it. A few minutes later, the man followed me to our table and told me what the hoodie meant. He explained he was a children’s writer and of course we dove into talking about our writing. Every purchase of one of these hoodies gives a book to a child in need. I went on their website later to find that not only do they give to homeless children and other children in need, but the book’s protagonist is a black male child, one of the most impressionable and most in danger in today’s society.
Lately I’ve been trying to get my mind away from the hustle and bustle of social media. Facebook, especially, rack with political bullshit, destroys my mood and creates unnecessary anxiety. It seems as though everyone lately is wrought with depression and anxiety. Who can blame them? Society is trying to increase our productivity at the expense of a way less fulfilling life. I would much rather spend my time outdoors, with people, and away from screens. Facebook is definitely still addicting for me, though, no matter how many times I try to detox. Here are a few things I’ve been trying lately to rid that technology-fueled, work-fueled anxiety from my life: