The Diary of an Average Nobody: Day 50

A month ago I lost my grandma.

It would be so easy for me to say the last month has flown by, that it hardly seems like she’s gone. I’d be lying if I said that.

On a personal level I’m feeling better after spending months in a bad place. But I miss my grandma everyday.

I lived with her for nearly 14 years, right? And every time I’d go back home since moving in October (almost weekly) she would light up and ask me how I’ve been doing at my apartment or how work was going. It seems so small, but I MISS THAT.

The reason I’m writing this is because the last month has not flown by. It’s gone by slower than any month of my life. And time going forward isn’t going to fly by. Time doesn’t really fly by after you lose someone until you simply start to forget them. I can’t see myself doing that. I’ll have different experiences as I progress through my own years, but my grandma isn’t someone I’ll forget. Not now or a year from now or a decade from now because never again will I get to call someone grandma.

I’m Getting Old

I was just scrolling through another of those lists of books I should read before I’m 30, and I realized something. I’m fast approaching 30! Oh boy. Am I ready for this?

But really, I started thinking about which books I actually think would be beneficial to read before the big 3-0.

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Hunger Games

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

The Diary of a Young Girl

I won’t sit here and pretend that these four books have everything a young person needs to know to live a fulfilling life, but I believe there is so much to be learned from these four works. The topics addressed in these books are different from one another and important for any generation.

Which books would you recommend to your not-quite-30-years-old-self?

A Realization

One of the first things we realize as humans is how little time we have, right? I was thinking about how many books one could really expect to read in their lifetime. Yes, this is how I pass my free time. And I realized that we’re severely limited by time.

I used 100 books a year for 50 years as my reference point. Easy math says that’s 5000 books. You’re probably thinking: “THAT’S A LOT OF BOOKS!”, right? And then you remember that you’ve never read 100 books in a single year, much less in 50. 

My average over the last six years has been 23 books a year. Put that number into my little formula and I get 1150 books over 50 years. That’s not very many. The idea behind “so many books, so little time” is as true today as it was when it was first said.

For me, this simply means I need to take advantage of these years I’m living now. At some point in the not too distant future reading will become increasingly difficult. And eventually I won’t have any more books on my TBR list. It’ll happen to every one of us.

I don’t know about you, but I’m off to start a new book. No time to waste!