Let’s Talk About Coming Out…

“When all Americans are treated as equal, no matter who they are or whom they love, we are all more free.”–Barack Obama

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Hello world, family, extended family, and anyone who is currently reading this post, while I love to keep my blog light-hearted and fun, and this definitely will not be a drag, this topic is a bit more serious than usual. I grew up in a very interesting family, and by interesting I mean that I have multiple siblings who classify themselves within the LGBTQ+ community. Growing up, it was such a normal thing in my household, that when I would hear negative talk outside of my house, at school, or on the news, I was shocked. I never understood why being apart of the LGBTQ+ community was seen as so “wrong”. I didn’t understand why people were so against those who are gay, transgender, bisexual, asexual, etc. That’s why it was hard for me. It wasn’t because of my family. I knew that they would understand, I knew that they would support me, love me, accept me. It was because of the world around me.

That’s why it took me until freshman year to utter the words to ANYONE: I’m bisexual.

Surprise! I’m bisexual!

I figured this out when I was in sixth grade, and let me tell you, it was absolutely terrifying. I remember sitting in class and thinking the girl across from me was the prettiest person I had ever seen, and it wasn’t just “oh, wow, she’s so pretty,” no, it was more of “wHat Do I Do sHe’S sO pReTty sToP looking At hER.” This brought on a lot of confusion because in sixth grade, although I had grown up in a very open household that was full of the LGBTQ+ community, I didn’t really know what being bisexual meant. I didn’t know that it was possible for a person to be able feel a connection to both genders. With that being said, I brushed it off until Freshman year. (That wasn’t easy, by the way, it popped up in my head a lot).

Freshman year was when I became friends with this girl who was on the soccer team, and yes, it liked her. At the time, neither of us were open and ready to be ourselves, but now we are both happy, open, and proud. But these feelings were what ensured that I am bisexual, and that it was time for me to tell my mom, and this is how that went:

Me: “I have something to tell you…”

Mom: “What it is?”

Me: “I like boys…and girls…”

Mom: “Okay, want a cheeze-it?” *Hands me cheeze-itz box*

It was just so casual, and it made me wish that everything and every coming out story for everyone could be that casual. Next came my dad, which was also really calm and easy, then my siblings, easy, and then now, this. Most of my extended family doesn’t know, until this moment if they’re reading this. Sorry for not telling you sooner. And also sorry for not telling you that I have a girlfriend. She’s real cute and if you’d like a picture of her you have my number, hopefully.

I’m going to leave all of you with this; coming out is probably the scariest thing in the entire world, whether you have a supportive family or not. My immediate family is immensely supportive and I couldn’t ask for more, but the world outside these doors is not as supportive. One day, it will all get better. One day, we will all be able to respect one another. One day, you will be able to come out and be yourself. One day, there will be equality and harmony in our world.

 

 

Let’s Talk About These Apple Cinnamon Muffins…

“It’s all about a balancing act between time, temperature and ingredients: That’s the art of baking.” Peter Reinhart

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As the end of July approaches, my cravings for all things cinnamon, pumpkin, caramel heighten. When I saw these Apple Cinnamon Muffins made Healthier that have a cinnamon streusel on top, you already know I jumped on the opportunity to make them.

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(Shout out to Erin of Texanerin Baking for this amazing recipe!)

This recipe calls for numerous ingredients, which I’ll list off now!

For the muffins:

  • Whole Wheat Flour, Whole Spelt Flour, or Whole Wheat Pastry Flour (I used Whole Wheat Flour)
  • Baking Powder
  • Cinnamon
  • Nutmeg
  • Allspice (I didn’t have allspice so I made some using 1/4 teaspoon of cloves, nutmeg, and cinnamon)
  • Baking Soda
  • Salt
  • An Egg
  • Honey
  • Olive Oil or Canola Oil (I used olive oil)
  • Plain Yogurt or Buttermilk (I used plain greek yogurt)
  • 1 Cup of Chopped Apples (This ended up being 1 apple)

For the streusel:

  • Whole spelt, whole wheat pastry, or whole wheat flour
  • Cinnamon
  • Brown Sugar
  • Melted Butter (I used vegan butter)

The first few steps of this recipe are pretty simple, ya pre-heat your oven to 350 degrees, line your muffin tin with, what she says to be 8 liners, but I ended up only having enough batter for 7 muffins, and then things get a little different. You have to then whisk your egg well, then add your honey, olive oil, and vanilla. This will look very weird, like Erin says in her instructions, but just keep mixing until everything is well combined and trust me, it’s all going to fall into place. To this, add your yogurt or buttermilk and once that is well combined, add your dry mixture. Be sure to not over mix in this step because you still have to mix in the apples, which will completely combine the mixture.

After you’ve folded the chopped apples into the mixture, it’s time to make the yummiest streusel. This part is super simple, basically you just combine the melted butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, and flour, mix, mix, mix, and it’s done! Pour your batter into the liners, sprinkle some streusel on top, pop them into the oven for about 16 minutes, and let them cool for about 5 minutes before indulging!

These were probably the best muffins I have had in the LONGEST time and if you’re someone like me who tries to push Fall and misses those Autumn spices, these are perfect for you!

 

 

Let’s Talk About My Morning Routine…

Summer is usually the time for most teenagers to catch up on their much needed rest, but let’s start off by saying that I’m not like not like most teenagers.

My mornings start off at 6:30 A.M. when the calming sounds of Oh Wonder play through my phone, waking me up from my usual eight hour slumber. After getting out of bed, I’ll normally go through a series of three minute stretches that starts with a pike stretch and ends with the lotus (which, by the way, took me about a year to learn how to do). Once my morning stretches are complete, my workout clothes are thrown on, the hydro flask is filled, the sunflower backpack is prepared, and I head out the door to my community gym.

I’m one of those rare species that actually enjoys using the elliptical. Every time I say that to anyone, I get a series of strange looks followed up by an “absolutely not”. When I get to the gym, the first thing I do is turn on inspirational videos (ex: how to stop comparing yourself to others, how to be confident, etc,) because it allows me to get into the right head space, then it’s time to use the elliptical for about twenty-five to thirty minutes. Once that is complete, I use the bike for thirty, then it’s weights, legs, and then it’s time to go home!

Getting home from the gym is probably the most peaceful feeling because it’s usually around 7:50, I’m able to open all of the windows, light some candles, and just be. Making breakfast, my go to being egg whites, mushrooms, whole wheat toast with vegan butter, and a cup of cinnamon coffee with coconut milk creamer, with music on allows me to wind down from the gym and clear my head for a bit. After breakfast then comes my shower, but I’ll spare the details.

After my shower is usually the time I like to sit down with my laptop and start to write for my blog. I’ll either have music or a video playing in the background, being that I’m not one to work in silence, and write my new post for the day, which then concludes my morning routine!

 

 

Let’s Talk About the Power Of Music…

What is music to me?

Music is the peace you feel while walking through a field of flowers listening to smooth piano classics.

It’s the everlasting childhood glee you feel when you’ve stepped foot onto Disneyland territory and the sound of the Esplanade music fills your ears.

It’s the overwhelming comfort you feel when you’re curled up with a cup of coffee on the nightstand, a book on your lap, the pitter patter of rain ricocheting off the window, and your favorite acoustic indie songs softly playing through the speakers.

It’s the devastation you feel as you constantly re-read the final “it’s over” text with the lyrics of every break up song Beyonc√© has ever written playing in your head.

It’s the pride you feel watching the youngest soul in your family take their first piano lesson and play¬†Mary Had a Little Lamb successfully.

It’s the anxiety you feel as you slow dance with your first love at the senior prom, the cheesiest of love songs playing in the background.

It’s the euphoria you feel as the DJ at your wedding plays the first dance song, and you realize your life is forever changed for the better.

It’s the confidence you feel when you hear a positive, upbeat song and you realize; I am a badass.

And it’s the feeling your heart gets when you hear a song for the first time and you know, you just know that this is your new anthem.

Music is the expression of life. It is what allows people to feel and express the emotions that they other wise don’t know how to express. They are not just words, it is not just music, it is deep seeded emotions and feelings that are being bloomed and brought into the real world.