In a perfect world, I would tally all of your votes for Local Faves, see which local businesses won and then go out and test the winners to make sure they’re worthy. I’d enjoy tons of delicious food and shop all the best boutiques. I would meet the who’s-who of Stark County and try all of the top-tier services. I’d enjoy all kinds of festivals and fun.
It has been almost 10 years since I started my first day of college. I remember being bogged down by my backpack that held my laptop, a notebook for every class and every book needed for those classes, plus my lunch. I was a commuter if you couldn’t guess. And I was just like every other freshman, easily spotted from a mile away with a dumbfounded look on my face and class schedule in my hands.
A few months ago during one of our weekly library trips, Austin perused the new nonfiction section and brought home “Why We Sleep” by Matthew Walker. For the next few weeks, I was bombarded with all kinds of sleep knowledge, some of which I would rather not have known.
During the summer when I was a kid, my yard served as the neighborhood gathering place. Kickball, softball, volleyball, dodgeball—you name it, we played it. I spent all my waking hours outside soaking up the sun. A dip in the pool, some basketball in the driveway, twirling baton in the yard, riding bikes down the road, catching fireflies at night. I had no time to waste inside.
With the start of each new year, we make resolutions. We say that this year will be the year that we stick to our plans. But what are we resolving to do? Is it another lousy attempt at getting fit and healthy? Is it a half-hearted approach at learning a new skill?