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well, the day has arrived. the last day of august. the last day i can take care of unfinished items on my To-Do-Summer-Check-List.

what a summer its been. i feel like the past 3 months has been like my 29th year. i packed about 5 years of living, happiness and experiences into the year before i turned 30... and now i feel like i packed about 5 summers into 3 months.

this has equally been the worst, and best year of my life. and the picture to the left captures the "best" part absolutely accurately. 

for the last 2 years, my phone has barely rung. i wouldn't get a text for days or even weeks sometimes. i had totally cut myself off from the world. but this summer, i opened myself back up whole heartedly.

Messages 425.

that is from yesterday alone. i noticed it this morning on my way to breakfast. looking at it now, it says Messages 524 and it's 100% full.
my phone looks like this every day now...
going from zero outside world contact to full on social butterfly again, is a big change. but it was necessary this summer. i say social butterfly in the absolute mildest sense i can possibly elude. im not like i was in high school. im not even like i was in college. ive entered a new phase of balance. and its alarmingly calm. i keep waiting for my old self to rear its head, but i honestly think the bad parts of me are buried and gone. ive moved on from that mindset, that attitude, and that anger. i'm still me, but like, Shelly Happy 2.0... maybe even Shelly Bliss 2.5 :)

my favorite quote has ALWAYS been "it's never too late to have a happy childhood", and i lived that this summer. everyone LOVES to say "live each day like its your last" and i have always hated that saying. its so pretentious, and like i was saying to gary the other night- "shuuuuuut up. don't say that unless you're ACTUALLY going to do something with your days. no one wants to hear that from you when we know you spent all day on the couch in your underwear eating cheetos. its so pretentious."

but this summer, i really did live most of my days like that. i would have been satisfied with 90% of them being my last day on earth. i did so much, and saw so much and shared so much and loved SO so so so much... im not sure i've ever been so mentally and emotionally present. i know what it feels like to squeeze every moment of joy out of something, until you're just absolutely exhausted. and i feel confident that if i were to die tonight, (with the exception of leaving behind a messy room and bathroom) i would be fine with that.

i started this summer praying to God every single night- that He wouldn't let me wake up. and in 3 short months, i have mended my heart and my head, and found a focus i've never had before. and as i pack my bags for nashville to check off the VERY last thing on my summer check list (albeit it will be completed 2 weeks late- it WILL be completed...) i am filled with a very, VERY interesting realization. this is my life now. it's not about to happen, it's not over... it's happening. right this second. im not going to be something when i grow up- i AM what i am now as a grown up. i don't have to picture my life in the future because it will happen JUST AS ITS SUPPOSED to, regardless. for the past 10 years i have felt absolutely awful and worthless because i have never been able to picture my future. guess what? i still can't. i used to think it's because i was going to die young, or because i just hadn't met the right person that i could picture my future with. well, that future came and went. i pictured it, it was amazing, and then it was gone. and now i'm back to not being able to see past today. and i have FINALLY figured out- that there doesn't have to be an answer for that. maybe that's because my path just isn't written. maybe i am one of those people who doesn't have a destiny. there's lot of options for me, and i can choose whichever one i want. well- i want all of them. i want all the options blended into one. and that is just something the imagination cannot picture. so im left with a blank canvas. because maybe- just maybe- i will exceed my own destiny. so the picture hasn't been drawn for me to see yet.

messages 425. and every last one of them ended with "i love you".
i can't IMAGINE a better spring board to the future.


SUMMER CHECK LIST (*click here to check it out*)
i completed everything on the list but 2 things. one will be completed within 2 weeks, and the other... well... i guess it will be completed when i finally find it. 

NEW BLOG LAYOUT
everything will be changing here soon :) the summer feel will change to a fall feel, and we'll start a new fall check list and a new feature will debut instead of the "of the week" feature... it'll be fun :) yeay! change!

 
 
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning,
but anyone can start today and make a new ending...
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Character is determined 
more by the lack 
of certain experiences-
than by those one has had...

 


 
 
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i wish you'd hold me 
when i turn my back.
the less i give-

the more i get back...

your hands can heal...
your hands can bruise...


i don't have a choice
BUT i STILL CHOOSE YOU...

i don't Love you-
but i always will...

i always will...



 
 
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I like the idea 
of having it 
in your hands … 
you can’t hold an MP3. 

I understand the 
portability of that, 
but this is about 
putting in a [record] 
and dropping a needle and sitting down and looking at the cover. 

That’s the romance of music 
we’re losing in this generation..

 
 
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What I want 
is to be needed

What I need 
is to be indispensable 
to somebody. 

Who I need 
is somebody that will eat up 
all my free time, my ego, 
my attention. 

Somebody addicted to me. 

A mutual addiction...

 
 
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if you are at ALL squeamish about the picture to your left, stop reading now. do not continue. you will absolutely lose the will to live.

the sight before you is what i stared at for 2 hours and 20 minutes today. if you think that's bad, you should have been there in person. the hair was black. jet black. and it was everywhere. to grab the few pictures i did, i had to be extremely discreet. ok i just held my phone up to his back and took like 15 pictures. WHATEVER.
you dont know me.

 i never got a great angle... because it... was... EVERYWHERE. it was sticking out of the bottom of his shirt, trailing into his butt crack... it stretched across the top of his back and down his other shoulder... and it was hot today. like, really hot. like, 104 hot.  like, we all had to stand in this massive line outside in the sun for around an hour and a half/2 hours.... and we were all miserable. and getting sunburned. and this guy.... started..... to sweat.

but not like, normal sweat. sweat, like, he'd fallen into a dunk tank somewhere when we weren't looking -sweat. eventually- i couldn't even look at him. it turned my stomach. it was dripping off his back hair, and forming a small puddle on the ground. at which point, the line would move. so he'd start to walk, and the drips would leave a trail from the puddle to his next stopping point. it was vomitous. for real.

i have no clue how the guy behind him (pictured to backhair mccracken's right there) and i survived it. he was super cute. this tall, athletic indian guy. he kept looking at me and grimacing, at which point i would laugh, and pull out my cell phone and take more pictures. he thought it was hysterical. 

around an hour 45 minutes, jay (the indian kid) took out his cell phone and kind of waved it at me. i mouthed my number and he texted me "send me those pictures or you will pay." UGH. cute. cute. cute. so i texted him the worst one of the sweaty-drippy- back hair shots with the caption "a glimpse into your future". he texted back "marry me" :) 

the turdlock dmv is good times...

and oh- im going out with jay friday night. 
boom.

 
 
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i miss adventures.

i mean, i've had my share of them this summer, but they've all been self planned. out of town gigs, trips with the dogs, blah blah blah. i miss having a life that i can just leave at any moment. "hey shelly, i miss you" and i'm on a plane. 

i want that spark back. i know part of growing up is accepting more and more responsibility, and i have done that. i have a whole life. i own a house, two dogs, and a fledgling business that is kicking some pretty serious butt.

with that said, i want the adventure back. i have the funds to do so, so why not, here and there? i also miss having friends that have as free a life as i do. friends that would call me at 1 am and say "i'm bored, i can't sleep" and i'd say "i'll be there in 15 minutes." and then we'd be gone for 2 or 3 days. or at least until sunrise. i want the adventure back. i do.

so this is my official call to arms. i am looking for an adventure club. call me. text me. email me. (in that order, preferably. i am SO tired of only communicating online. if you want me, make a flippin' effort. PICK. UP. A. PHONE. why has that concept disappeared?) and let's go do something.

who's in?

 
 
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i found this fun little quiz online.

imagine you were in a situation where ALL of these things were happening at the same exact time- list them in the order in which you would tend to them. then scroll down to see what they represent. don't cheat and look first!


PROBLEMS:
-the baby is crying
-the clothes are hanging outside and it has started to rain

-the water is running from the tap
-the doorbell is ringing
-the phone is ringing




MY PRIORITY ORDER:
1. check baby
2. grab clothes
3. turn off water
4. answer phone
5. answer door



WHAT THEY REPRESENT
Baby - Family
Clothes - Sex
Water - Wealth
Phone - Career and Job
Door - Friends and Relatives


hmmm... im not sure i agree with that. the order i picked still stands... but that definitely wouldn't be my order if i was just listing the things the actions represent. interesting :)


 
 
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this picture literally makes me want to cry. i think it's one of the scariest shark pictures ever taken.

my fear of sharks is deep rooted, and long LONG lasting. i can remember living in our first house, when i was about 5 years old: my parents were having a party and everyone was out swimming, and (when i was a kid, i was a FISH... still kind of am) and for whatever reason, i started to get this feeling of dread in my whole body. i started to swim toward the edge and as i was swimming, this feeling like something was chasing me crawled up my back and into my head and in about 2 seconds- i was absolutely panicked. i felt like a shark was about to eat me, and i swam like a freak to the edge and i dont even remember getting out of the pool. all i remember is standing next to the diving board, and everyone had gotten quiet. and my mom rushed over to me and said "are you ok?" and i couldn't even talk. she wrapped me in a blanket and still- everyone was just staring. finally i mustered the strength (all the strength of a 5 year old scared out of her mind) to say "there's a shark in the pool" at which point, about 10 people guffawed right in my face. my mom hugged me, and said "honey, there is no way a shark could be in the pool. they need salt water to survive." and i said "but i felt it mom. it was right behind me." and my mom never laughed, and never rolled her eyes, she just held me close and told me it was ok and there was no shark in the pool. side note: that's why i've always known i could tell my mom my secrets... because of that moment.

cut to about 2 years later, we were at the santa cruz boardwalk, and down on the beach. this is one of the most vivid memories of my whole entire life, btw. we were playing in the sand, and it was really hot... and my dad decided he was going to take my sister in the water. she had all these floaties on because now she was only 5, and i watched as my dad walked her up to the edge of the water and she screamed as the waves splashed over her feet. i asked my mom if i could go too and then i started running down the beach toward my dad. i remember him turning around and smiling at me as i got closer, and i looked down at the sand as a wave started to come in. all of a sudden, it was like someone was turning the world on it's side. i saw my feet running up the sand which was now up in the sky to my left, and then i felt like i was going to throw up, and then i was soaking wet. i gasped a couple times, and then everything was black. now this part of the memory is even more clear... i remember this rolling sensation. there were tons of bubbles and the sound is all scratchy and piecey. i had fallen on the beach, and a big wave had picked me up and the under toe was quickly sweeping me out. i have always been a REALLY strong swimmer, so i remember kicking my legs, but my arms were frozen, so i just kept somersaulting over and over in the water. and then all of a sudden, everything just stopped, and it was quiet. i opened my eyes, and i was floating about 10 feet over this huge wall.....
and there were sharks. everywhere.

i opened my mouth to scream, but i was underwater. then, i was being pulled and i felt the sun. "ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY?" someone was screaming at me and shaking me. a surfer had grabbed the back of my swimsuit and pulled me onto his board. i looked up at him and couldn't speak. he had blonde hair and big brown eyes and lots of pimples and he looked like he was about to cry. then he hugged me really, REALLY hard. "you're ok, you're ok kiddo. it's ok. it's ok kiddo" he just kept saying over and over, and then i started to cry because he was so freaked out. i suddenly realized i had no clue where i was. i could be in mexico, for all i knew.

the whole thing took about 20 seconds, and i was on my way back to the beach, to my parents arms. as we were paddling in, i remember looking up at the surfer boy and saying "there are sharks down there" and he didn't even look at me. "there are SHARKS DOWN THERE, GUY" i yelled (i've always strangely referred to men i dont know as "guy") - and still nothing. not a word. we got back to the shore, and i don't even remember being reunited with my parents. a big chunk of time is missing here. the next thing i remember is being in the bathroom in their little beach showers, and emptying half the ocean's sand out of my red bathing suit. "there were sharks down there, mom" i said. "that boy is going to get eaten."  nothing. no reaction. no scolding. no encouragement, nothing. i couldn't figure out why no one was speaking to me, or acknowledging me, or listening to the fact that there were dangerous creatures lurking 20 feet below all the kids out in the water.

for those of you old enough to remember, that was the summer in the 80's where all those people were attacked by great white sharks in the santa cruz and monterey area. they couldn't figure out where they came from or why, or why they were suddenly attacking people. but there were around 20 attacks, several fatal, that summer. more than any other full year recorded in california. right at that beach.

i told that story to my friends until i was about 28. everyone was always horrified. and in re-telling the story, i remembered different things and sensations each time. not like my brain was adding to it, but like it was sharpening it. i started remembering smells, and where the sun was, and certain people looking at us.... 

one day, my parents heard me telling this story, and my dad said "what are you talking about?" i answered "ya know. that day at santa cruz when i got dizzy and fell in the water and got swept out." my parents looked at each other- "what?"  "you don't REMEMBER that?" i screamed. "how could you forget that?!"  "tell it again" my dad said. so i launched into the whole thing from the top. spared no detail, and at the end my parents looked at each other again, and my mom softly whispered "shelly, that never happened." 

my dad says when they told me that, i was silent, and my face went sheet white. i dont even remember what happened next. i just remember them telling me it never happened, and my brain instantly threw my whole life into question. if the most vivid memory i have isn't real.... ?????

and that was the end of it. i have absolutely no clue where that memory is from. another life, maybe. but it didn't happen in this one. 

so don't tell me i shouldn't be scared of sharks. if past lives are real, i have a feeling i've died by shark attack in every single one of mine. and im so tired in this life, im sure i've had MANY. it's not the pain of a shark attack that scares me so much. it's the being-eaten-alive-part. of knowing exactly what's happening WHILE it's happening. not like, ok there was a bang, and now i've been shot, and now i'm bleeding and i have to stop this or i'll die... no no no. it's like- there is no way i can out swim this creature, that pain is teeth, my organs have been sliced, and something is literally ingesting me while im watching it happen. i can see people trying to help me, the water is red now, that's my blood, it's chewing me up... i am going to die and part of me will be left in the water, and part of me will be inside this shark...

it's terrifying. and now with all kinds of sharks adapting to fresh water, it's like nothing is safe anymore. i may have been born a fish, but unless there's a cement bottom under it- i am not getting in the water.