Something’s in the water…or perhaps the cherry trees? Because it seems to be that everyone I know is either getting married or getting pregnant. Yep, it’s happening again. Except this time, it’s heavy (really, really heavy) on the babies and light on the weddings.
And you know what? I’m totally bonkers happy cool about it.
Three years ago, I was not. The mind-screwing that comes with failed expectation had me trapped, because I knew very little about who I was and what I wanted. I felt like because I wasn’t anywhere near marriage, babies or even a commitment, I was not normal. That I should be there. And why wasn’t I there? And why are all my friends finding these great guys while I just got broken up with by a secretly bisexual tap dancer who left me for a male Las Vegas choreographer???
Oh, have I not told you my gay tap dancer dating story before? It happened, and it was weird.
There’s a distinct and very real disappointment that inevitably follows failed expectations. It is the most disheartening of feelings, and a viciously sneaky contagion that leaves no person immune to its throes. To expect is to raise hopes and encourage excitement or to dash hopes and discourage excitement. It’s a slippery slope. The decision to push forward and dream big while realizing, fully realizing, that it could be gone at any fraction of any second is vulnerability at perhaps, its worst.
But we must make it. We must each forge our own path regardless of the what ifs, but whats and the vast unknown. Sometimes broken. Sometimes glued together with the grace of friends, family and strangers. And sometimes, most of the time, found on the other side stronger and wiser.
That’s what I’ve learned! You see, I’ve made a lot of progress in the time I’ve written this blog, and I have going on vacation to thank for that. Reflection can make you a crazy overthinker (there’s 4 1/2 years of progress up in here), but it can also elucidate you to personal growth you never before realized. Things that you may have cemented in place without even knowing you were doing it.
And when that happens, you celebrate with a beer and perhaps, a popsicle.
Popsicles for new babies! Popsicles for weddings! Popsicles for having the courage to keep going!
They’re all equally important.
Wherever you are at, be there. Push forward. Eat popsicles.
And keep on keeping on, my friends.
BUMBLEBERRY CHIA POPS
prep time + freeze time: 4 hours
1/2 cup blueberries
1/2 cup raspberries
1/2 cup cherries, pitted
1 1/3 cup Almond Breeze Unsweetened Original or Vanilla Almond MIlk
1 (6-oz) container berry-flavored Greek yogurt*
2 T chia seeds
2 T sugar or agave nectar
1 t vanilla extract or seeds scraped out of 1 vanilla bean
*I used black cherry
In a small bowl, mash the berries until they resemble compote – some liquid, some chunks. If you don’t like chunks, feel free to puree the berries in a food processor until smooth. Set aside.
In a medium bowl, whisk together almond milk, yogurt, chia seeds, sugar and vanilla bean until well-mixed. Pour 1/3 cup of the liquid into eight popsicle molds. Spoon 1 to 2 tablespoons of the mashed berries into each mold, pushing the fruit down into the mold and mixing slightly. This will create a gorgeous marbled appearance. Freeze for 4 hours or until hard.
To remove the popsicles, run the mold under hot water for 10 seconds at a time until popsicles can be pulled out.
Makes 8 popsicles (more or less depending on the size of your molds)
[This post is sponsored by Almond Breeze. All opinions are my own.]