Day in the life of a Filipina Nurse Practitioner

January 3, 2026 | Morning Reflections

Hi everyone. Good morning.
Today is January 3rd, 2026—and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

It’s around 7:14 in the morning. I just woke up, coffee in hand, rain tapping softly against the windows. San Francisco has been wrapped in gray for the past couple of weeks, and oddly enough, I’ve learned to appreciate it. The rain has slowed everything down. It has made space for reflection, for gratitude, and for presence.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot—about this YouTube channel, this platform, and this version of myself that continues to show up online. I’ve been asking myself questions that feel both honest and uncomfortable:

Am I oversharing?
Is this the right decision?
Should I keep posting?

These thoughts run quietly in the background of my mind. Sometimes they grow louder, especially when they’re echoed by people around me asking, “Why do you have to post things like that?” And truthfully, their voices have made me question myself too.

But I’m learning something important: just because a thought creates anxiety doesn’t mean it deserves control.

This journey—creating videos, sharing reflections, letting myself be seen—has been deeply healing. It’s uncomfortable, yes. But that discomfort has also been a catalyst for growth. It’s helping me become more confident in my decisions. It’s teaching me how to commit to something I feel passionate about, even when doubt is present.

For a long time, I dreamed about becoming an influencer—about having a voice, about being heard—but I never truly believed I could make it happen. Now, in my own quiet and imperfect way, this is me making it happen. This is me believing in myself. This is me showing up for myself.

And even when I question it, I keep going.

I keep making the videos.
I keep sharing.

Not because I have it all figured out—but because I believe someone out there might see themselves in this. Someone who has always wanted to create. Someone who has always wanted to be more open, more visible, more heard. Someone who has spent too much of their life shrinking themselves to fit into spaces that were never meant to hold them.

For a long time, I was in environments where being myself felt like too much.
Too loud.
Too extra.
Too uncomfortable for others.

But those feelings didn’t come out of nowhere—they were reflections of the environments I was in. And stepping away from those spaces has been an act of self-respect. Because when you’re somewhere that limits your authenticity, it slowly limits who you are becoming.

Making these videos is my way of stepping into environments where I have a voice. Where I have a platform. Where I can exist fully, without apology.

I want to thank the people who continue to support me—my mom, my brother, my aunt, and a few close friends—because what I’m sharing isn’t perfection. It’s growth. And we don’t often get to witness someone’s growth in real time, in such an unfiltered way.

Yes, maybe it’s oversharing.
Yes, maybe it could cost me something.

But it has also given me purpose.

I’ve caught myself questioning whether my belief in this purpose is too much. Whether I’m being overly confident. Whether I’m imagining something bigger than reality. But this isn’t arrogance—it’s alignment. I’m still humble enough to know I’m not perfect. I’m just honest enough to show up as I am.

Shame sometimes creeps in—the fear that I’m sharing too much, that I should tone it down. But I ask myself:
Do I choose shame over purpose?
Or do I keep going because this matters to me?

I choose to keep going.

Even if not everyone believes in me yet.
Even if the environment around me still doubts what I’m building.

At the very least, I can say this: I tried. And there is pride in that.

Today is a simple day. It’s Saturday. It’s raining. I’ll clean the apartment, do laundry, stick to my routine. We’re dealing with a rat situation (real life, unfiltered), and nothing about today is glamorous.

But being gorgeous doesn’t always mean being out and about.
Sometimes being gorgeous means showing up for your routines.
For your healing.
For your present moment.

I miss my mom and my brother already. This quiet morning reminds me how grateful I am for family, for support, and for the courage to keep choosing myself.

So here’s my first reflection of January 3rd, 2026.

It’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous—
in growth, in doubt, in rain, and in truth.

Have a good day.
Love you. 💛