Three years ago today, I moved here on little more than a whim–something to do post-graduation, something to give myself. It was an opportunity as much as it was a challenge. I didn’t want to stay in Provo. I didn’t want to settle for some whatever job. I didn’t want to look back at my life and wonder why I hadn’t tried. I didn’t want to think I couldn’t do it. So I did it.
It’s been awhile so I thought I’d do a refresher course in all things Shelby. This is probably because A) I’m a closet narcissist or B) I’m desperate to have this blog stay relevant because I’m an actual narcissist. It’s impossible to say. And yet here you are reading so maybe you’re as obsessed with me as I am.