The title pretty much sums it up. I made a vlog, my first one, and I talked about turning 23.
Also, here’s a picture of myself clubbing with the Easter Bunny on my birthday.
One of the #23til23 challenges I’ve received was to surprise someone with baked goods. This challenge coincided with a friend’s birthday so I sent her a care package of gluten free chocolate chip candy cane cookies.
Things I learned from this challenge include:
1. It’s a bitch to find gluten free products.
1a. There’s actually a section of the grocery store devoted to gluten free mixes.
2. Vanilla extract is not gluten free.
3. I’m not sure what makes something gluten so someone should explain that to me.
4. I need to invest in a mallet so I don’t demolish candy canes by combat boot for cookies.
5. The post office actually does mail things on time occasionally.
6. Beaker is fun to draw.
7. Gluten free cookies taste just as good as gluten-y cookies.
What nice things do you like doing for people?
I’m slacking in #23til23 posts because classes started this past week, and I’m lazy.
Anyways, to wrap up the #23til23 journey, on Friday morning I wrote a letter. It still needs to be edited– a lot– but I wrote a heartfelt letter to my extended family coming out as a blogger and a lesbian.
As I said in the letter, “I’m not sure what’s taken me so long to write you all this letter. Perhaps it’s my laziness, or perhaps, well, it really just is laziness. I’d rather be reading, shopping for new accessories, or baking chocolate chip cookies than writing you all a letter that really shouldn’t affect anything between us.”
I realized this past week that I was turning 23, and one of my biggest fears of 23 was not being true to myself as I graduate grad school, enter the working world, and become a truly legitimate adult. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty open about my sexuality and my blog. I just haven’t found the need to tell my extended family about them because they’re just as much a part of me as my hair color or my height. I don’t write my family letters telling them, “Oh, by the way, I have red hair and my driver’s license says I’m 5’10”.” They just doesn’t seem like necessary facts to state or make a big deal about, which is how I feel about my sexual identity and blogging life.
I am who I am, and minuscule details shouldn’t matter to those who care about me.
After I look over the letter again, edit it a bit, and probably consider not telling my extended family about my blog (sorry if you’re reading this in the distant future after I’ve decided to share it with you!) I’ll probably send it out in an email.
I can only imagine the subject– “I’m a flaming homo,” “I’m coming out,” or “I’m slightly famous on the internet because I’m a celesbian” will probably suffice.
To be honest, this whole coming out thing is kind of weird to me because I’ve actually forgotten that I’m not out to the whole freaking planet. I don’t care about what my extended family thinks, and while I’ll be sad if they don’t accept me, I’m at a place in my life where I’m extremely satisfied with what life has handed me. I’ll be graduating with my M.Ed this year. I had a life-changing student teaching experience. I’m writing and reading poetry again. I am in a healthy, loving relationship. I have the best friends that a girl could ask for. I have a lot going for me, and I’ve never been happier.
So, bring it, extended fam. I’m a flaming homo, and I am a blogger. Welcome to my life.