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Déjà vu

  • By Michelle R. Scully
  • 23 Mar, 2020

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Go Aggies.

Déjà vu.
Clem and I had to get up at the crack of dawn to put her in her crate and make the long drive down to Davis for her CT scan.
Driving onto the campus and out to the vet school brought back such a sense of déjà vu.
 At six years old I declared I was going to college at UC Davis and I would then go to vet school.
I’m not exactly sure where that came from, obviously from my abiding love of animals but possibly motivated by my grandfather’s brief attendance at UCD when he was young.
My grandfather spent a year at Davis when it was males only, and the freshman guys wore khaki pants and little caps.
My grandpa was thrilled when I was lucky enough to be accepted and went off as a bright-eyed freshman, only to find that there were 500 other bright-eyed want to be vet students in my chemistry classes.

Disclaimer: I had a great time in college.
I really developed my skiing and social skills.
I loved living in Davis and I stayed after my undergrad and eventually got a job working in research at the vet school.
This morning, driving by the rec pool I had the same powerful desire to hop that fence again and do some nighttime swimming.
To any of my legal friends out there, please tell me that there is a statute of limitations or if I need to delete that part of the post.
I don’t feel like going to the big house these many years later for unauthorized swimming.
So many good memories in this town.
I thought I grew up in Livermore but I really grew up in Davis.
I learned so much about myself.
I learned that I had really pathetic study skills but that I was really good at enjoying life and seizing the moment.
I learned not to wear white pants while riding a bike.
I learned to play polo badly.
I fell in love, I made lifetime friends and I was able to get a job I dearly loved and which introduced me to the amazing world of research.
So Clem and I are back and I am hoping that the world class skills of UCD VMTH tells us what I already know; that Clem is magical and amazing and that no matter what her CT scan says she has an incredible life in front of her filled with love and lots of lizard death.
I’d love to hear your college secrets.
Check the statute of limitations first though. xoxo

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I had the best weekend with my boys.
They're young men now, but it's hard to remember to call them that. 
It's weird being a mom - our job is to raise kids up to be independent but then one day, bam, they are.
They move across the country, study abroad, make lives of their own.
Which is the plan, right?
So mom'ing is a constant state of hold tight, let go.
It's okay, I tell myself as I said goodbye with tears in my eyes, it's all good.
They're doing their thing, following their dreams, making their lives and I am 100% #theirteam
It felt good to get home (I'm not really built for big cities) and back into the groove of my own little world where Maisy and Rufus let me know they were certain I'd left and was never coming back.
Life too is a constant state of hold tight, let go only sometimes we struggle with that balancing act.
I often think of life like a scale; things add up, things fall off.
Sometimes we have too much of one thing - things we worry about, things that make us feel overwhelmed or less than.
Sometimes we have too little of something -things that help us feel calm, centered, joyful, filled with wonder.
It's like cooking without a recipe.
You've gotta keep tasting the soup.
I often tell Pat I feel like the keeper of his scale. I can see when it gets too heavy, and I am super protective of that.
 He has big shoulders and is always willing to take a little more of the load but I'm always aware that it adds up.
A little too much on one side means there's a little less on the other.
More or less.
I had a son deficit going on, I needed more mom time, and I'm so happy I got it.
What do you want more of?
What makes your eyes shine and your heart glow?
What do you need less of? Want to let go of?
What no longer serves you and needs to be set free?
It's an ongoing process to keep that scale of more and less balanced but it sure feels good when it is.
 xox
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