Good morning everyone.
Today is March 4th, 2026, and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous, stunning, amazing, and kind.
This morning started with me waiting for my Waymo ride to work. The air in San Francisco felt colder than I remembered — probably because I just returned from the Philippines where the weather was warm and forgiving. There, I rarely needed a sweater. Here, the crisp morning air quickly reminded me that I was back.
Back to routine.
Back to work.
Back to reality.
As the car pulled up, I laughed to myself and said, “Hey Jasmine, we’re back.”
Even though it’s only been a short time since returning, stepping back into my daily routine feels like re-entering a familiar rhythm. There’s something comforting about it, even if I’m still adjusting to the jet lag and the shift in pace.
Gratitude for 13,000 Views
Something really exciting happened yesterday.
One of my yoga videos reached 13,000 views just two days after posting. What makes this even more meaningful is that I didn’t spend money on ads — people are simply finding the video and watching it organically.
That tells me something.
Maybe people really connect with the workout and yoga videos. Maybe they resonate with the idea of movement as a form of healing.
So I’m thinking of leaning into that more.
More yoga sessions.
More wellness content.
More sharing of the journey.
I’m also planning to join a gym soon. There’s actually a climbing gym near my place called Mission Cliffs, and every time I pass by it I think about committing to a more consistent fitness routine. I haven’t officially signed up yet because I’ll be traveling to San Diego soon to drop off my mom and pick up my dog — but hopefully by next week, I’ll make that commitment.
One small step toward taking care of myself.
When Your Story Reaches Someone
Yesterday I received a message on Instagram that genuinely melted my heart.
Someone who watched my videos wrote to me saying they were also a nurse practitioner and that my content about self-care and prioritizing mental health really resonated with them. They shared their experience of burnout — the emotional weight of patient care, documentation demands, productivity expectations — and how my transparency reminded them that they weren’t alone.
Reading that message made everything feel worth it.
I started sharing these videos partly as a way to process my own healing journey, but also because I never wanted someone else to feel like they had to carry their struggles alone.
Healthcare can feel isolating sometimes.
Especially when you’re new.
And if sharing my journey helps even one person feel understood, then that’s already meaningful.
Realizing My Own Impostor Syndrome
Something else I realized recently while reflecting on that message was this: I might actually have impostor syndrome, even if it doesn’t look the way people typically describe it.
For a long time, I never labeled it that way. But when I slowed down and allowed myself to reflect, I began noticing patterns.
Sometimes I feel like I constantly have to prove myself.
Sometimes I feel anxious at work, as if I’m being watched or evaluated every moment.
It’s subtle, but it’s there.
Part of that feeling may come from something someone once told me — a partner from the past who said I was the dumbest person they had ever met. At the time, I brushed it off and told myself they were joking. But deep down, those words stayed with me.
It’s strange how certain comments linger in your mind long after the moment passes.
But healing means learning something important:
Other people’s opinions are not the truth about who you are.
I don’t have to prove my intelligence.
I don’t have to prove my worth.
I know I’m still learning. I’m a new nurse practitioner, and that means growth is part of the process. Expecting myself to know everything would be impossible — unless I were some kind of supercomputer.
And I’m not.
I’m human.
And humans learn.
Lunchtime Diaries: A Small Moment of Joy
Later in the day, I filmed a quick lunchtime diary.
I wasn’t very hungry, but I had some shrimp curry that I cooked a few days ago, so I ate a few bites while chatting with the camera. Then I did something fun: I unboxed my first Labubu figure.
Apparently you can get different characters representing things like love, hope, serenity, luck, happiness, and loyalty.
When I opened the box, guess what I got?
Happiness.
Not the limited edition figure — but honestly, it felt perfect.
The color was even my favorite.
It felt symbolic somehow. After everything I’ve gone through recently, after the introspection and healing during my trip to the Philippines, pulling the Happiness figure felt like a small affirmation.
Like the universe saying:
You’re on the right path.
So of course I clipped it onto my bag.
A tiny reminder that happiness is something I’m actively choosing.
Rethinking My Career Path
I also spent some time reflecting on a decision I made recently.
I had applied for an anesthesia program and was scheduled for an interview. But yesterday I decided to pause and reschedule instead of moving forward right away.
Why?
Because I realized something important: right now, I actually love my current role as a nurse practitioner in primary care.
I love the patient population I serve.
I love the sense of purpose it gives me.
So part of me wonders if I applied to that program simply because I wanted an escape route — another option in case things became overwhelming.
But instead of rushing into a major decision, I’m giving myself time to reflect.
Maybe anesthesia is right for me.
Maybe it isn’t.
And that’s okay.
Sometimes clarity comes from slowing down.
Ending the Day With Intention
By the afternoon, I managed to fit in a few moments of stretching and meditation, even though the environment wasn’t perfectly quiet. Sometimes you just work with what you have.
On the way home, I felt tired — jet lag is still catching up to me — but I also felt proud that I managed to return to routine and still carve out time for reflection.
I’m trying to build a healthier version of myself.
More yoga.
More walking.
More mindfulness.
I’m even considering walking to and from work when the weather allows it. It would be good for my health and a nice way to reconnect with the city.
And yes — I also have a Hawaii trip coming up, which is extra motivation to get back into shape.
Two weeks of consistency.
Two weeks of movement.
Two weeks of showing up for myself.
A Beautiful Reminder
As I looked around on my walk outside today, I realized something simple but powerful.
Life is happening right now.
The park near my workplace.
The San Francisco streets.
The quiet moments between responsibilities.
These small moments are part of the journey too.
So if you’ve been watching my videos, supporting my content, or simply following along silently — thank you.
There may not be thousands of you yet, but the few who are here truly matter.
And if my story reminds you that you’re not alone in your struggles, then sharing it will always be worth it.
Here’s to healing.
Here’s to growth.
And here’s to choosing happiness.
— Jasmine 🌿
Day in the life of a Filipina Nurse Practitioner 
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