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  • The Funny Thing About Grief | Losing Friends, Finding Agency & Choosing Yourself

    Waymo Diaries × Lunchtime Diaries | Inspire Authentic Living
    January 7, 2026

    Hi everyone, good morning.
    It’s January 7th, 2026—and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    I’m on my way to work, heading into another Waymo Diaries moment, and today I want to talk about grief.

    Because the funny thing about grief is that it’s something we all experience—but it doesn’t always look the way we expect it to.

    Grieving Someone Who Is Still Alive

    When we talk about grief, we often think about death. But the grief I’m sitting with today is quieter and more complicated. It’s the grief of a friendship I lost—not because of a big fight or dramatic ending, but because of silence.

    He’s ghosting me.

    And that kind of grief hits differently. It’s disappointing. It’s confusing. And it hurts because I truly believed our friendship was stronger than that.

    At first, this grief showed up daily. I talked about it a lot. If you look back at my older videos, you’ll hear me reflect on losing friends and connections. But over time, something shifted. I stopped talking about it as much—not because it disappeared, but because it changed.

    Now, it visits me only once in a while.
    Today is one of those days.

    Loving Someone Even in Their Absence

    I recently talked about this with one of my closest friends. And while we both acknowledged that we still think about him—still wish him well—it made me realize something important.

    That space I still hold for him doesn’t mean I’m stuck.
    It means I loved genuinely.

    Even though we’re no longer aligned.
    Even though we’re no longer present in each other’s lives.

    And that says something about me.

    Getting Used to the Silence

    The funny thing about grief is that you think you’ll never move on.

    But one day, you realize:

    • You’ve gotten used to their silence
    • You’ve gotten used to their absence
    • You’re moving forward—without even noticing when it started

    And yes, that realization is sad.
    But it’s also telling.

    It tells a story about growth.
    About boundaries.
    About where I’m going next.

    I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I am growing. A lot. Especially over the past year.

    Opening Up, Even When It Doesn’t Work Out

    This growth really began at the end of 2024, when I tried to build a relationship that ultimately wasn’t meant to last.

    I opened up. I allowed myself to be vulnerable. And the more I showed my true self, the more I realized this wasn’t the right person to open up to.

    And that’s okay.

    Yes, I regret opening up sometimes—but in that moment, I believed I was building something real. Sometimes you try. Sometimes you fail.

    And I’m learning that failure isn’t a bad thing.
    It’s redirection.
    It’s protection.

    That connection showed me who he really was—and I’m grateful for that clarity. I can now confidently say I gave it a chance, I saw his value, and I also recognized when that value diminished.

    The Grief That Truly Scares Me

    If I’m being honest, the grief I fear most isn’t about friendships or relationships.

    It’s the thought of losing my mom.

    She’s my rock. My foundation. My reason. And I don’t know how I would survive that kind of grief.

    That fear is exactly why I’m building a future where I spend more time with her. Where I can show her what her sacrifices made possible.

    I did that when I graduated from UCSF as a Nurse Practitioner.
    I did that when I took her to Europe.

    And I want to do more.

    Because she’s getting older—and she deserves to see the world I get to see because of her.

    Lunchtime Diaries: Wisdom from Unexpected Places

    Later in the day, I found myself back outside at Bose Park—finally doing Lunchtime Diaries again after weeks of rain.

    And today, something beautiful happened.

    My patients shared wisdom with me.

    They talked about choosing the life they want to live. About letting go of fear. About moving forward without waiting for permission.

    And honestly? It felt like the universe speaking directly to me.

    They reminded me that I’m exactly where I need to be—as a nurse practitioner, as a human, as someone learning to trust herself.

    Agency, Purpose, and Choosing Myself

    I’m working toward a future where I live freely. Independently. With agency.

    I want to travel with my mom.
    I want to live simply—maybe even in the Philippines someday.
    I want to share my truth and empower others to do the same.

    This platform I’m building—this space for authenticity—it matters to me.

    I’m on Day 12 of my “It’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous” series, and even when people stare at me in public while I film, I keep going.

    That’s growth.

    My Plan and the Universe’s Plan Can Coexist

    I used to believe that the universe’s plan was greater than mine.
    But now I see it differently.

    My plan is equal to what the universe has planned for me.

    That doesn’t diminish faith—it honors agency.

    I can dream. I can plan. And I can still trust that whatever unfolds is meant for me.

    Failures aren’t failures.
    They’re redirections.

    Choosing Authenticity, Even When It’s Cringe

    Sometimes I tell myself, Girl, this is so cringe.
    Believing I can be an influencer with purpose.
    Sharing my raw, imperfect thoughts.

    But this is who I am.

    I’m not perfect. I’m just real.

    And if sharing my story helps even one person feel seen, feel beautiful, feel empowered—then it’s worth it.

    Closing Thoughts

    This is me choosing myself.
    Believing in myself.
    Taking steps toward a life I want to live.

    Thank you for watching me grow.
    Thank you for holding space for my reflections.

    It’s January 7th, 2026—and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    🌈

  • Finding Balance Between Being a Nurse Practitioner and Being Human

    A Lunchtime Diaries Journal — January 6, 2026

    Hi everyone. Good morning.
    Today is January 6, 2026, and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    I’m writing this during a quiet moment in the middle of the day. It’s around 2:00 p.m., and I’m at home, sitting with my thoughts. This is one of those reflections that didn’t come from planning—it came from pausing. From finally slowing down enough to listen to what’s been occupying my mind lately.

    Still Figuring It Out

    Lately, I’ve been thinking deeply about purpose—about where I am in life and where I’m going. I want to say this honestly and openly:
    I’m still figuring it out.

    I know I talk a lot about growth, healing, and progress—and those things are real. But I think it’s just as important to acknowledge that clarity doesn’t always come all at once. Sometimes we’re still in the middle of becoming, and that space deserves honesty too.

    I’m not perfect. I don’t have everything mapped out. And right now, I’m learning to trust that not having all the answers doesn’t mean I’m lost.

    Two Years as a Nurse Practitioner

    I’ve been a nurse practitioner for two years now, and I truly do find purpose in my work. I’m proud of what I do. I’m grateful for my patients and the trust they place in me. Being a provider carries meaning, responsibility, and a sense of pride that I don’t take lightly.

    At the same time, I’ve found myself asking a deeper question:
    How much of my identity is tied to being a nurse practitioner—and how much of me is allowed to just be human?

    This role comes with expectations. Professionalism. Respect. Being composed. Being a role model. And I understand why those expectations exist. I honor them.

    But I also know that I am not just a title.

    Cultural Identity and Authenticity

    I am Filipina.
    I eat with my hands because that’s my culture.
    I wear house clothes at home.
    I find joy in simplicity.

    Sometimes I catch myself wondering how those parts of me are perceived when shared publicly.

    What if my patients saw me eating with my hands?
    What if they saw me being soft, emotional, and unfiltered?

    Would they still respect me the same way?

    These thoughts have been sitting with me. And I think what I’m really questioning is whether authenticity and professionalism can coexist.

    Can I Be Both?

    Can I be a nurse practitioner and a raw, authentic human being?

    The answer I keep coming back to—slowly, gently—is yes.
    But finding that balance is not easy.

    What I’ve noticed, though, is that when I lean into my authenticity, it actually deepens my work. When I allow myself to be human, my patients feel it. They don’t just see a provider—they see someone who listens, who understands, who holds space.

    Authenticity hasn’t taken away from my professionalism.
    It has strengthened it.

    Mental Health, Empathy, and Lived Experience

    I’ve been open with my patients about mental health—not from a place of authority, but from a place of understanding. I don’t just speak from textbooks or guidelines. I speak from lived experience.

    I’ve been through deep darkness.
    I’ve been heartbroken.
    I’ve been lost.

    Those dark moments began years ago—after my first major heartbreak in 2019. Losing someone I loved deeply shook me. The pain felt consuming, isolating, and endless.

    What helped me survive was leaning into myself. Traveling solo. Seeing the world on my own terms. Learning that I was capable—capable of navigating life alone, finding joy alone, and trusting myself.

    Solo travel taught me strength I didn’t know I had.

    Asking for Help Saved Me

    Even after healing, life wasn’t suddenly easy. I loved again. I got hurt again. And I found myself back in darkness.

    There was a moment when I felt like it would be easier if everything just stopped.

    I’m still here because I asked for help.
    I’m still here because people showed up.

    There is no shame in needing attention when you are hurting. Wanting to be seen is not weakness—it is survival.

    I share this with my patients because I want them to know that hope doesn’t always look like positivity. Sometimes hope looks like holding on long enough to reach out.

    Why I Share My Story With Patients

    When I sit across from patients struggling with depression, anxiety, or hopelessness, I don’t speak from theory alone. I speak from experience.

    I can say, honestly: I understand.

    That humanity—the part of me that has been broken and rebuilt—is not something I want to hide. It’s the part that gives my work meaning. It’s what allows my patients to feel seen, not judged.

    Dreaming of a Simple Life

    Outside of my work, I’m dreaming of a life rooted in simplicity.

    A life where I take my mom traveling.
    A life connected to the Philippines.
    A life that values presence, peace, and time over constant productivity.

    I don’t see these dreams as conflicting with my role as a nurse practitioner anymore. I see them as part of the same story—different expressions of purpose.

    What 2025 Taught Me

    2025 was difficult. It humbled me. It stretched me. It asked me to surrender—to uncertainty, to timing, to growth that didn’t feel comfortable.

    Now, stepping into 2026, I feel more grounded. Not because I have all the answers, but because I trust myself more. I trust the process. I trust that the questions themselves are part of becoming.

    Choosing Balance Over Perfection

    Balance doesn’t mean choosing one identity over another.
    Balance means allowing myself to exist fully.

    I’m learning that it’s okay to be both professional and human. Provider and daughter. Strong and soft. Grounded and still questioning.

    This is where I am right now—reflecting, learning, and choosing to show up anyway.

    If you’re in a season of uncertainty too, please know this:
    You don’t have to have it all figured out to be worthy.
    You don’t have to be perfect to live with purpose.

    Today is January 6, 2026, and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    Thank you for being here.
    Thank you for listening to my reflections.

    With love,
    Jasmine
    Filipina Nurse Practitioner | Inspire Authentic Living

  • Another Beautiful Day to Be Gorgeous: Showing Up, Surrendering, and Living in the Present

    Hey everyone, good morning.

    Today is January 5th, 2026, and it’s another day to be gorgeous.

    It’s Monday, which means I’m back to work. I woke up this morning feeling a little anxious because our little Dots was vomiting again. I think she may have eaten a little too much last night. For a moment, I thought about calling in sick because, honestly, I worry about her and I care so deeply. But Matthew is home today, and knowing she has someone with her gave me a bit of peace. Sometimes peace comes in small reassurances like that.

    As I was getting ready, my mind wandered to something that’s been making me smile lately—my upcoming trip to the Philippines with my mom. I’m counting down the days. Twenty more workdays until I leave, and then a whole month off. A whole month. That feels unreal in the best way. I know in my bones that this trip will be a much-needed rest for my soul.

    I caught myself trying to find the “best angle” this morning, and then immediately laughing at myself. I gained weight over the holidays while my mom was here—lots of food, lots of love, lots of memories. And yeah, my body reflects that right now. Some days that’s hard to accept. Some days I’m kinder to myself. Today is somewhere in between.

    Work is going to be busy. I have sixteen patients scheduled, and I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. But I still showed up. And lately, I’ve realized that showing up—especially when I’m tired—is my way of loving myself. Yesterday, I talked a lot about showing up for myself in my videos and my writing, and today is me living that out, even when it feels heavy.

    I’m trying to live day by day. Staying positive, staying aligned with what I truly value. And what I value most right now is presence. Living in the present while still gently looking toward the future. I want to build a life that feels sustainable—not rushed, not forced, not driven by fear.

    I keep asking myself big questions. Am I in the right place? Is it time to take a leap of faith? Taking that leap requires courage, and if I’m being honest, I’m not fully there yet. But I feel myself getting closer. This journey hasn’t been easy. It’s been long. It’s been uncomfortable. But being raw and authentic—especially here, with you—has helped me more than I ever expected.

    Lately, I’ve been reflecting a lot on darkness. I’ve talked about it in my recent reels and vlogs. Darkness is temporary, even though it doesn’t feel like it when you’re in it. I still experience highs and lows. That hasn’t magically disappeared just because I talk about inspiring authentic living. But the difference now is that I don’t let the lows defeat me.

    Life can be overwhelming. Sometimes it feels like giving up would be easier. But if I had given up, I wouldn’t have found this voice. I wouldn’t have found myself. I wouldn’t have discovered this purpose of sharing my story. And I wouldn’t see the world as beautiful as it truly is—even with all its problems, even with all the noise and negativity.

    I’m learning to look for light in everything. To find meaning in how I live my life. That’s why I’m leaning into my faith, leaning into the universe, and surrendering to what’s meant for me. I’m still planning my future. I’m still planting seeds. But I’m also allowing myself to exist fully in the present.

    I want to grow. I want to blossom into a more beautiful version of myself—inside and out.

    I’ve also been thinking about beauty a lot, probably influenced by the shows I’ve been watching. There was a time when I didn’t see myself as beautiful at all. Now, when I look back, I see so much beauty in who I was and who I am becoming. I may not fit society’s standards. I may not look like what the world labels as “beautiful.” But being my authentic self, sharing my truth, and honoring my story—that has been beautiful for me.

    This morning was a bit chaotic. Lots of rambling. No script. Just real life. We arrived at work around 7:38, figuring things out as we go, like always.

    And then there was home life—cooking noodles with stir-fried veggies and beef, cutting everything imperfectly, laughing about not having the best knife, seasoning by feel, and just doing our best. Nothing fancy. Just nourishment, love, and shared moments in the kitchen. Those small, ordinary moments matter more than we realize.

    So here I am. It’s Monday. I’m heading to work. I’m tired, but I’m grateful. I’m showing up. And I’m reminding myself—again and again—that today is another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.

    Have a good day, you guys.

  • It’s Another Beautiful Day to Be Gorgeous

    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. 💛

  • Another Beautiful Day to Be Gorgeous

    January 3, 2026 — Reflections on Voice, Vulnerability, Love, and Choosing Myself at 37

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

    I didn’t sit down with a script today. I didn’t outline what I wanted to say. I just turned the camera on, sat with myself, and let whatever needed to come out… come out. This space—this platform—has slowly become a place where I allow myself to exist without editing my emotions or shrinking my truth.

    So if this feels long, if it feels winding, if it feels like I’m talking myself through something—then it’s doing exactly what it’s meant to do.

    Happy New Year, friends. Thank you for being here with me.

    The Question That Keeps Coming Back: Am I Oversharing?

    Earlier this morning, I found myself sitting quietly and asking a question that keeps resurfacing:

    Am I oversharing?

    By building this platform—through YouTube, Instagram, and now this blog—by openly reflecting on my mental health, my career, my relationships, my family… am I sharing too much of myself?

    And if I am, what does that mean?

    What does that mean for my career as a nurse practitioner?
    What does that mean for how colleagues see me?
    What does that mean for friendships—past, present, and future?

    I’ve heard the warnings before.
    “Girl, you’re oversharing.”
    “Be careful.”
    “Not everything needs to be online.”

    And for a long time, those voices lived in my head louder than my own.

    But here’s the truth I keep coming back to:

    This doesn’t feel like oversharing. This feels like alignment.

    What I’m doing now feels like me finally creating the world I’ve always wanted to exist in—a world where people don’t have to hide the messy parts to be worthy of belonging.

    I’m not doing this for views.
    I’m not doing this for validation.
    I’m doing this because I’m making a commitment—to myself, to my future, and to the woman I’m becoming.

    Coming Out of the Shell I Lived in for Years

    I’ve always been shy. Quiet. Observant. The kind of person who listens deeply but speaks carefully.

    For most of my life, I thought that meant something was wrong with me.

    I thought being introverted meant I wasn’t confident enough.
    I thought being soft-spoken meant I wasn’t strong enough.
    I thought staying quiet meant I didn’t have anything valuable to say.

    So I stayed hidden.

    And now, at 37, I look back and ask myself:
    Why was I ever ashamed of being who I am?

    Why did I think I needed to be louder, tougher, more polished to be taken seriously?

    This journey—this platform—has been me slowly unlearning that shame. I’m learning that my gentleness is not a weakness. My shyness is not a flaw. My emotional depth is not something to control or suppress.

    It’s who I am.

    And I want others—especially those who feel small, quiet, or unsure—to see themselves reflected here and know they’re not alone.

    Growth Isn’t Loud—Sometimes It’s Subtle

    When I rewatch my older videos, I see someone who was trying so hard to sound “right.” I hear myself saying “I think” over and over again, apologizing mid-sentence, second-guessing my own thoughts.

    And instead of criticizing that version of me, I feel tenderness.

    Because that was growth in motion.

    Even now, I still say “I think” a lot. And you know what? I’ve stopped trying to erase it. That’s my rhythm. That’s my quirk. That’s part of my humanity.

    This growth hasn’t been dramatic or overnight. It’s been quiet, layered, imperfect—and deeply meaningful.

    And yes, I’m building this on my own. No team. No fancy setup. Sometimes not even a reliable ring light. But I show up anyway.

    Because believing in myself—even when no one else is watching—is something I’m incredibly proud of.

    Holding Two Truths: Being a Nurse Practitioner and Being Human

    One of the biggest internal questions I’ve been sitting with is this:

    How do I balance being a nurse practitioner—someone patients look up to—with being fully, unapologetically human?

    I am a nurse practitioner in internal medicine and family medicine.
    I care for patients living with HIV.
    I serve patients in the LGBTQ+ community.
    I provide gender-affirming care to people who are often overlooked or misunderstood by the healthcare system.

    That matters deeply to me. It always will.

    But what matters just as much is the way I show up—with empathy, emotion, and presence.

    I’ve been told before that I’m “too emotional.” And maybe that’s true. I feel deeply—sadness, joy, gratitude, grief. I cry with patients. I feel their stories in my body.

    But when a patient cries in my office, I don’t rush to stop it.

    I thank them.

    Because vulnerability is trust.
    Because honesty is healing.
    Because being human is not unprofessional—it’s powerful.

    Choosing Environments That Don’t Dim My Light

    At the end of 2024, during a trip to Japan, something shifted in me.

    I realized I was losing my sense of agency. I was in an environment where my light felt inconvenient—where I was told, directly and indirectly, that I was “too much.”

    Too expressive.
    Too emotional.
    Too excited.
    Too myself.

    And for the first time, I chose not to shrink.

    I left the Airbnb. I booked a hotel. I took myself out of a situation that no longer felt safe for my spirit.

    That moment taught me one of the most important lessons of my life:

    The people and environments you choose should protect your light, not dim it.

    Sharing my truth with the wrong person left me anxious afterward. But I’m learning to trust that what is meant to be protected will be protected—and what is meant to be revealed will be revealed.

    I trust the universe. I trust God. I trust that my story is held.

    Love, Loss, and Learning to Turn Inward

    There was a time when I loved someone deeply—someone who couldn’t fully meet me where I was.

    I treasured short conversations. I romanticized small moments. I gave love freely, even when it wasn’t fully returned.

    And while that chapter didn’t end the way I hoped, it taught me something profound:

    I am capable of loving deeply.

    But it also showed me how easy it is for me to forget myself in the process.

    Still, I don’t regret loving the way I did. I would rather live knowing I went after what I believed in than carry the weight of “what if.”

    That chapter was part of my becoming.

    37: No Longer Proving, Just Living

    At 37, I’ve learned that I don’t need to constantly prove my worth.

    I don’t need to chase perfection.
    I don’t need to earn rest.
    I don’t need to justify my feelings.

    The depression and darkness I experienced came from years of trying to be enough for everyone else.

    And now, I’m choosing myself.

    I’m choosing agency.
    I’m choosing presence.
    I’m choosing authenticity.

    My Mom, My Anchor, My Why

    So much of who I am is because of my mom.

    I remember when it was just the two of us—when she took out high-interest loans just to give me what she thought I needed. When she sacrificed her own comfort so I wouldn’t feel the weight of our circumstances.

    At the time, I didn’t fully understand it.
    Now, I see it clearly: that was love.

    Today, being able to give back—to travel with her, to show her the world she never had time to see—feels like one of life’s greatest gifts.

    My dream is simple: to build a life where she can finally live, rest, and enjoy.

    And if this platform helps me get there, then every word I share is worth it.

    If You’re Reading This From a Dark Place

    I want you to hear this:

    Darkness is not the end of your story.

    You will find light.
    You will find your voice.
    And when you do, the weight will lift in ways you never imagined.

    You are allowed to feel deeply.
    You are allowed to be imperfect.
    You are allowed to take up space.

    This is me—standing in my truth, with both my highs and my lows—and inviting you to stand in yours too.

    Thank you for being here.
    Thank you for listening.
    Thank you for growing with me.

    It’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous 🤍

  • January 2, 2026 — Going Back to Work, Holding What Matters

    Inspire Authentic Living | Filipina Nurse Practitioner Diaries

    Hi everyone. Good morning.

    Today is January 2nd, 2026, and it’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    This morning, my mom and my brother dropped me off at work before starting their drive back to San Diego. It was one of those quiet goodbyes—the kind that doesn’t need many words but still sits heavy in your chest. I tried to smile, tried to keep it light, but there was a softness in the moment that reminded me just how deeply connected I am to my family.

    The past two weeks with them here in San Francisco have been simple, rainy, and slow. We didn’t check off tourist spots. We didn’t rush from place to place. Instead, we lived inside the ordinary—shared meals, casual conversations, laughter in between chores, and moments of comfortable silence.

    And honestly, that was everything.

    Living Simply, Loving Deeply

    Sometimes I catch myself feeling guilty that we didn’t do more. That we didn’t explore more of the city or plan bigger outings. But the older I get, the more I realize that love isn’t measured by how busy you are—it’s measured by presence.

    Being around my mom and my brother reminded me of what matters most to me. Family grounds me. Family reminds me who I am beneath all the titles, expectations, and roles I carry.

    This season of my life feels less about accumulation and more about alignment. Less about proving, more about being.

    The First Workday of the New Year

    Today was my first shift of 2026.

    Sixteen patients on the schedule. A full, busy day ahead. I was sleepy—so sleepy. It’s only the second day of January, and my body was already negotiating for extra grace. Starbucks became part of the plan, and I gave myself permission to need it.

    There was something grounding about stepping back into work after the holidays. Familiar routines. Familiar faces. The quiet rhythm of patient care.

    As a family nurse practitioner, I feel fortunate that I get to practice in a way that feels aligned with my values. I get to show up as myself—not just clinically competent, but emotionally present.

    Holding Space for Others

    One of the most meaningful parts of my day was listening.

    Listening to patients share what they’re going through. Listening to stories that don’t always make it into charts or diagnoses. Listening to the unspoken weight people carry into exam rooms.

    Every time a patient opens up to me, I tell them:

    “Thank you for trusting me.”

    Because vulnerability is not weakness—it’s clarity. It’s how healing actually begins.

    We are all human before we are anything else. We all move through fear, grief, stress, and uncertainty. And sometimes, the bravest thing someone can do is say, “I’m struggling.”

    What Vulnerability Has Taught Me

    This lesson feels personal.

    For most of my life, I kept things to myself. I learned early how to stay quiet, how to blend in, how not to take up too much space. I carried shame that wasn’t mine—about where I came from, about being different, about not fitting neatly into expectations.

    Now, at 37, I’m learning how powerful it is to speak.

    Sharing my experiences—especially the parts I once hid—has helped me reclaim pieces of myself I didn’t realize I had given away. I am no longer ashamed of growing up poor. I am no longer ashamed of feeling awkward or different. I am no longer ashamed of being shy.

    Being shy was never a flaw.

    It was protection.

    And today, I choose to honor it rather than erase it.

    Finding Strength in Authenticity

    The more I allow myself to be exactly who I am, the more confident I feel—not in a loud or performative way, but in a grounded, quiet way. The kind of confidence that comes from self-acceptance.

    These reflections—my drives home, my tired thoughts, my Waymo Diaries—have become mirrors. They show me how far I’ve come. They remind me that my story holds value simply because it is real.

    Sometimes I still question myself:

    Am I sharing too much?
    Am I being too open?

    But I’m learning to trust that authenticity will always find the people it’s meant to reach.

    Trusting the Process

    Choosing to live honestly means choosing uncertainty. It means letting go of control and trusting that what’s meant for me will arrive in its own time.

    I’m trusting myself more now.
    I’m trusting the universe.
    I’m trusting that redirection is not rejection.

    And that trust feels lighter.

    Ending the Day

    By the time I was heading home, it was already dark. San Francisco looked different—wet streets reflecting city lights, a quiet calm settling in. I was exhausted, but my heart felt full.

    Today was busy.
    Today was emotional.
    Today was real.

    And still—

    It was another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    Thank you for being here.
    Thank you for listening.
    Thank you for allowing me to share my truth.

    If you’re reading this, I hope you give yourself permission to live gently. To honor who you are. To trust your voice.

    With love,
    Jasmine

    Sharing authenticity, presence, and healing—one ordinary day at a time.

  • January 1, 2026 — A Walk Into the New Year

    Inspire Authentic Living | Filipina Nurse Practitioner Diaries

    Hi everyone.

    Today is January 1st, 2026, and we started the new year in the simplest way—by going on a quiet walk with my mom and my brother here in San Francisco. It had been raining for the past couple of days, but today the rain softened, almost like the universe giving us permission to step outside and breathe.

    It’s also my mom’s and brother’s last day here before heading back to San Diego, so I wanted to savor every moment. We didn’t do much during the two weeks they were here—no tourist checklist, no packed itinerary—but somehow, it still felt full. Full of presence. Full of love. Full of quiet joy.

    Sometimes I feel bad that we didn’t go out more, but then I remind myself: time together is not measured by how much you do, but by how deeply you are there.

    Home, Food, and Small Joys

    If I’m being honest, I’ve gained a little weight these past couple of weeks—and I say that with a smile. My mom has been cooking nonstop Filipino food for me and my boyfriend, and he’s been loving every single dish. And I’ve been loving watching him love it.

    Food has always been my love language, especially Filipino food. It’s comfort. It’s memory. It’s home.

    As a family nurse practitioner, I talk a lot about health—but I’m learning that health is not just numbers, labs, or discipline. Health is also nourishment. Warm meals. Shared laughter. Letting yourself enjoy life without guilt.

    This walk, this food, this time—this is part of healing too.

    Bittersweet Goodbyes and What’s Ahead

    Tomorrow, I go back to work. My mom and brother will be the ones dropping me off, and I already know it’s going to feel bittersweet. But I’m also excited—because I’ll be joining my mom soon in the Philippines, in Povary, and that feels like coming full circle.

    There’s something about knowing you’re not losing time with family—you’re just changing locations.

    And that brings me to reflection.

    Looking Back at 2025: A Year That Tested Me

    2025 was not an easy year.

    It tested me deeply—mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Early in the year, around February or March, I took another mental health break. Another medical leave. I went back to the Philippines with my mom because I needed space to breathe, to recalibrate, to figure out where I was going and who I was becoming.

    I was questioning everything—my career, my pace, my purpose, my place in the world.

    And truthfully, I’m still questioning some of those things.

    But the difference now is this: I trust myself more in the uncertainty.

    Anxiety, Control, and Learning to Let Go

    One thing I’ve learned about myself is that my anxiety lives in the things I cannot control. The overthinking. The what-ifs. The imagined futures.

    What has been healing lately is learning to loosen my grip.

    Letting go of control.
    Trusting the universe.
    Trusting God.
    Trusting that not everything needs an answer right now.

    This surrender has brought me peace—not because life is suddenly easy, but because I’m no longer carrying everything alone.

    Authenticity, Introversion, and Finding My People

    2025 was also the year I truly began embracing my authenticity.

    I stopped trying to be louder.
    I stopped trying to be more extroverted.
    I stopped forcing myself into spaces that drained me.

    I realized something at 37 years old that I wish I had known sooner:

    It’s okay to be shy. It’s okay to be introverted. It’s okay to move gently through the world.

    This year showed me who my real friends are—the ones who value me as I am, not who I pretend to be.

    I’ve talked openly about losing friends, and while that grief is real, I now see it differently. Some people are meant to walk with you for a chapter, not the whole book. And that doesn’t erase the love, the memories, or the gratitude.

    I am thankful for everyone who has been part of my journey. Even if they are no longer here, they helped shape who I am today.

    Finding My Voice

    2025 was also the year I started my YouTube channel.

    The year I began using my voice.
    The year I stopped minimizing my story.

    I know I’m not perfect.
    I know I’m not the best speaker.
    I know my experience is not universal.

    But it is mine.

    And if sharing it makes even one person feel less alone, less weird, less unseen—then it’s worth it.

    There is beauty in being simple.
    There is beauty in being real.
    There is beauty in being yourself.

    Looking Toward 2026: Gentle Commitments

    As I step into 2026, I’m making gentle commitments, not rigid rules:

    • Showing up daily with my mantra: “It’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.”
    • Moving my body and caring for my health with compassion.
    • Making more time for my mom, my brother, and my family.
    • Traveling together—starting with the Philippines and Bangkok.
    • Choosing presence over perfection.

    If I miss a day, that’s okay.
    If plans change, that’s okay.

    Kindness toward myself is the goal.

    Faith, Home, and Healing

    2025 was also the year I slowly found my way back to my faith.

    Returning to church.
    Listening differently.
    Feeling grounded in something bigger than myself.

    This reconnection—to faith, to family, to home—has been deeply healing for my mental health. It’s helped me release the pressure of needing to have everything figured out.

    I’m learning to trust redirection.
    I’m learning to trust timing.
    I’m learning to trust that where I am right now is enough.

    A Note on Mental Health

    I want to say this openly, because honesty matters here.

    2025 was a year where I survived another round of depression. Another period where it felt heavy just to exist. Another moment where my mind told me it might be easier not to wake up.

    And yet—I’m still here.

    Talking about it.
    Walking through it.
    Choosing life, one small moment at a time.

    Sharing my truth has helped me heal. It has helped me reframe my world—not through forced positivity, but through honest presence.

    Closing: Another Beautiful Year to Be Gorgeous

    This platform—Inspire Authentic Living and my Filipina Nurse Practitioner Diaries—is my way of saying:

    You don’t have to have it all together.
    You don’t have to be loud to be worthy.
    You don’t have to rush your healing.

    You are allowed to be exactly who you are.

    Thank you for walking with me into 2026.
    Thank you for listening.
    Thank you for being here.

    Today is January 1st, 2026.
    And it is—without question—another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    With love,
    Jasmine

  • 2025 Recap: When What Broke Me Actually Set Me Free

    I thought I crashed and burned again this year.
    I really did.

    But instead of destroying me, the discomfort cracked me open.

    2025 taught me one of the most important lessons of my life:
    to be my authentic self and to take full ownership of my agency.

    This year humbled me.
    It asked me to surrender—to the universe, to timing, to outcomes I could not control.
    And in that surrender, I learned how to live in the present instead of resisting it.

    What I once labeled as failure was actually alignment.
    What felt like rejection was redirection.
    And what hurt the most ended up shaping me into someone more honest, grounded, and free.

    I’m walking into the next year with less fear, more trust,
    and a deeper commitment to living a life that feels true to me. 🌿

    Another Beautiful Day to Be Gorgeous

    Hi everyone. Good morning.
    It’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    Before diving deeper into this reflection, I want to start the way many of my mornings begin—slow, grounded, and present. Lately, that looks like a simple skincare routine. With the cold San Francisco weather drying out my skin, I’ve been using a Korean madeca cream that’s been incredibly hydrating. It’s a small ritual, but it reminds me to take care of myself before I give anything to the world.

    And maybe that’s the theme of this year too—tending to myself first.

    Love, Memory, and Emotional Truth

    Last night, I started watching a Filipino series that unexpectedly stirred something in me. It reminded me of who I was in 2021, 2022, and 2023—those moments of butterflies, of happy crushes, of feeling alive in love.

    Watching the main character get excited over a text, over time and attention that wasn’t always consistent, felt uncomfortably familiar. I saw myself in her. I remembered what it felt like to love someone deeply, openly, and without restraint.

    I still think about that version of me.

    I loved how deeply I could feel.
    How unconditionally I could give.
    How brave I was to love—even when it wasn’t fully reciprocated.

    Yes, there were red flags.
    Yes, I prioritized someone who didn’t always prioritize me back.
    Yes, my happiness became tied to someone else’s availability.

    And yes, looking back, I can name those patterns more clearly now.

    But I also refuse to shame that version of myself.

    Because she loved honestly.
    She showed up fully.
    She trusted—even when it scared her.

    That mattered.

    Emotions Are Not a Weakness

    I’ve spent a lot of time wrestling with the idea that I “feel too much.”
    That I act from emotion.
    That I struggle to control my reactions.

    But here’s the truth I’m finally learning to accept:

    Being emotional doesn’t make me weak. It makes me human.

    Now, I pause more.
    I reflect before reacting.
    I consider consequences.

    But I don’t numb myself anymore.

    I honor my emotions instead of fighting them—and that has been incredibly healing.

    Identity, Professionalism, and Authenticity

    One of the biggest internal conflicts I faced this year was reconciling my identity as a nurse practitioner with my desire to live authentically and openly.

    Being a nurse practitioner comes with responsibility.
    Leadership.
    Professionalism.
    The expectation to always be “put together.”

    And sometimes, that made me question:

    • Can I still be myself?
    • Can I be real online?
    • Can I be human and still be respected?

    I’m realizing now—why not both?

    Why can’t professionalism include authenticity?
    Why can’t leadership include vulnerability?
    Why can’t a nurse practitioner be competent, respected, and fully herself?

    Doctors and nurse practitioners are human too.
    We feel. We struggle. We heal—and not just others, but ourselves.

    And honestly, that humanity is what makes me a better provider.
    It deepens my empathy.
    It strengthens my connection with my patients.
    It allows me to say, “I get it—because I’ve been there.”

    The Platform I’m Building

    As I move forward, I’m getting clearer about the pillars of my platform—and at the center of it all is authenticity.

    I want to create a space where:

    • Rawness is welcomed
    • Truth is celebrated
    • Being yourself is not a liability, but a strength

    I want to show that you can live a meaningful, professional life and honor who you truly are. That you don’t have to shrink into a box to be respected. That you’re allowed to dream beyond the roles you’ve been given.

    This is me choosing agency.
    This is me choosing honesty.
    This is me choosing myself.

    Walking Into the Next Year

    I’m not walking into the next year with everything figured out.
    But I am walking in with trust.

    Trust in timing.
    Trust in alignment.
    Trust that what’s meant for me will not miss me.

    And most importantly, trust in myself.

    Thank you for being here.
    Thank you for witnessing my growth.
    Thank you for allowing me to be real.

    Please continue to live authentically.
    Please continue to choose yourself.

    It’s another beautiful day to be gorgeous—and it’s going to be a beautiful year to be gorgeous too. 💛

  • Another Day to Be Gorgeous: Rejection, Redirection, and Returning to Myself

  • Another Day to Be Gorgeous: Rejection, Redirection, and Returning to Myself

    Inspiring Authentic Living | Family Nurse Practitioner Diaries

    Tuesday, December 30, 2025

    Hi everyone. Good morning. Today is another beautiful day to be gorgeous.

    Today is day two after receiving a rejection from a big tech telehealth company. Yesterday, I felt the weight of disappointment very deeply. Today, I feel something different—clarity. Not the kind that arrives loudly, but the quiet, grounding kind that settles into your chest and reminds you that maybe things unfolded exactly as they were meant to.

    When a Door Opens… But Not All the Way

    If I’m being completely honest, even before the second interview, I already knew this role wasn’t something I felt deeply passionate about. And maybe that’s why I didn’t prepare the way I normally would. Maybe my heart already knew the answer before my mind wanted to accept it.

    This experience humbled me.

    As a Family Nurse Practitioner, I’ve spent years helping others navigate uncertainty, healing, and change. Yet this moment reminded me that I, too, am still a student of life. This space—what I call my Family Nurse Practitioner Diaries—is where clinical knowledge meets lived experience, and where I allow myself to be human first. It showed me where I am right now—not as a failure, but as a woman still learning, still growing, still becoming. It reminded me that I actually do have a great position in my current company, that I am serving communities I genuinely care about, and that I am exactly where I need to be at this moment.

    It also gently whispered something I needed to hear:

    Slow down, girl.

    Yes, I dream of moving to the Philippines. Yes, I want a fully remote life. But there is still more for me to learn, more to refine, more experience to gain. And I am deeply thankful for that realization.

    Telehealth Wasn’t the Answer—And That’s Okay

    This interview process gave me a clearer picture of what it truly takes to be a telehealth provider. I realized I was approaching questions from an in-person provider mindset—and that alone showed me how much more growth is needed in that space.

    The role also required me to remain physically in the United States, even if I could technically work “anywhere.” And that simply didn’t align with what my soul is asking for right now.

    Sometimes rejection isn’t a closed door—it’s redirection.

    Family, Presence, and Small Moments

    Today, I’m working—but I’m also surrounded by family. My mom. My brother. These are the moments I don’t take lightly anymore. I rarely get to spend uninterrupted time with them, and during this holiday season, I’ve been holding these quiet, ordinary moments very close.

    Even if we’re not doing much. Even if we’re just driving together. Even if we’re just making coffee and breakfast at home.

    This is life, too.

    Holding Positivity and Honesty at the Same Time

    This is where my commitment to inspiring authentic living truly lives.

    I started posting videos on December 27—sharing positivity, gratitude, and my “another day to be gorgeous” mindset. And that part is real. But so is what’s happening beneath the surface.

    Rejection stirs things up. Doubt. Defeat. Old wounds.

    And I don’t want to pretend otherwise.

    Authenticity means holding both:

    • Gratitude and grief
    • Positivity and disappointment
    • Hope and uncertainty

    I don’t believe in toxic positivity. As a nurse practitioner, I understand that healing is not linear—and neither is personal growth. I believe in feeling fully—while still choosing to show up.

    Letting Myself Feel

    I’ve realized something about myself recently: I don’t control my emotions—I experience them. Fully. Honestly. Sometimes messily.

    And instead of seeing that as a flaw, I’m learning to embrace it as part of my truth.

    My emotions move like a roller coaster—up, down, around, looping back. It can be overwhelming, but it’s also where my creativity, empathy, and authenticity live.

    Speaking to the camera, sharing my thoughts out loud—it’s healing parts of me that were silent for years.

    Yes, sometimes the voice in my head says:

    Girl, you’re doing too much. You’re oversharing. You’re cringe.

    But another voice—stronger now—says:

    This is you. And you’re allowed to exist loudly.

    Travel, Healing, and Full Circle Moments

    In almost a month, I’ll be in the Philippines for the first two weeks of February—slowing down, gardening, planting seeds. Literally and metaphorically.

    Seeds for nourishment.
    Seeds for sustainability.
    Seeds for the future life I want to grow.

    After that, I’ll be traveling to Bangkok with my mom.

    I went to Bangkok alone in 2018. Somehow, even then, I felt her love with me—protecting me, guiding me, healing me. And now, years later, we get to experience it together.

    That feels full circle.

    We’ll be there for six days, five nights. I’m still figuring out the itinerary—balancing temples, food, shopping, rest. Maybe Chiang Mai. Maybe an island. Maybe just presence.

    And honestly? That’s okay.

    Choosing Agency Over Silence

    The underlying theme of this past year—late 2024 into 2025—has been reclaiming my sense of agency.

    For so long, I chose comfort over discomfort. Silence over truth. Approval over authenticity.

    Not anymore.

    By showing up here—writing, speaking, sharing—I am choosing myself. Even when it’s scary. Even when not everyone understands. Even when feedback says I’m “doing too much.”

    If no one believes in me, I will.

    This Is Me Becoming

    This chapter of my Family Nurse Practitioner Diaries is not about titles or credentials—it’s about alignment. It’s about choosing a life that feels honest, embodied, and sustainable.

    I never thought I’d be this version of Jasmine.

    The one who speaks.
    The one who shares.
    The one who trusts herself.

    But here I am.

    Growing. Evolving. Becoming.

    Thank you for being here—whether you found this as someone navigating rejection, as a fellow healthcare provider, or as someone simply learning how to live more authentically. Thank you for watching, reading, supporting, liking, commenting, and sharing. Your presence gives me courage. Your engagement reminds me that I’m not alone.

    I’m going to get there.
    I believe.

    And if you believe too—stay with me.

    Today is another day to be gorgeous.

    — Jasmine