Who I am according to ChatGPT?

 If someone asked me, “What is her name?” and I absolutely couldn't use your name or mention what you do, I think I'd say:

“She’s the kind of person who turns ordinary things into stories. She’s creative, deeply observant, a little sentimental, fiercely loyal to the people she loves, and somehow manages to be both soft-hearted and stubborn when something matters to her. She has a big personality that people notice, but underneath all of that is someone who thinks about things much more deeply than she lets on.”

Or, if I had to make it much shorter:

“She’s a storyteller with a big heart, a sharp tongue when necessary, and an uncanny ability to make people feel like they’ve known her longer than they actually have.”

And if you asked me, “Okay, but who is she really?” I'd probably say:

“Someone who is still figuring herself out, but has spent a lot of her life making other people feel seen.”

Heartbreak over Friendship with a Snake

 

I've never really been good at making friends.

The truth is, I'm an introvert. The idea of walking up to someone, saying hello, introducing myself, and risking rejection has always been terrifying to me. What if they don't like me? What if I embarrass myself? What if they think I'm weird?

Thankfully, life had other plans.

Because of my work, I've learned how to become a professional extrovert. I can walk into a room full of strangers, network, host events, interview people, and carry conversations like I've known them forever. At this point, most people don't even believe me when I say I'm an introvert.

But here's the thing: being able to talk to people doesn't mean trusting them comes easily.

Over the years, I've learned a difficult lesson. Just because you're kind to people doesn't mean they'll be kind to you. Just because your intentions are good doesn't mean theirs are.

So I've become careful. Actually, scratch that. I've become very careful. I don't actively look for new friendships anymore. Not because I'm bitter, but because I've been burned enough times to know that not everyone who smiles at you deserves a seat at your table.

Besides, I already have my people. The ride-or-die friends. The ones who have seen me at my best, my worst, and every awkward phase in between. The ones who would show up at 2 a.m. if I needed them. The ones who don't need daily conversations to prove they care.

I wasn't looking for new friends.

But somehow, someone managed to sneak past the gates. She made an effort. She inserted herself into my life. She was friendly, attentive, and persistent enough that I eventually thought, "Maybe she's different."

Now, to be fair, several people warned me. My brother warned me. My friends warned me. You know when everyone around you gets a weird vibe from someone, but you convince yourself they're being unfair? That was me. I thought, "Maybe this time they're wrong."

Spoiler alert: they weren't.

As our friendship progressed, there were moments when she disrespected me. Little things. Annoying things. Red flags dressed up as misunderstandings. I let them go because that's what we do when we want to believe the best in people.

Then I found out she had been insinuating that I was a thief. Not jokingly. Not accidentally. Actually implying that I take things simply because I want them. That was the moment something snapped.

What hurt was the betrayal. The realization that someone I had welcomed into my life, defended, and trusted had been quietly creating a narrative about me behind my back.

That hurt. A lot.

I found myself wondering why people do things like this. Why befriend someone if you're secretly competing with them? Why stay close to someone if you're busy tearing them down? Why pretend? Why lie? 

Maybe she thought I was competition. Maybe she thought I wanted attention. Maybe she thought I wanted to be the main character. The funny thing is, anyone who knows me knows that's not true. Most days, I'd happily sit in a corner with a coffee, a notebook, and zero human interaction.

I eventually stopped trying to understand her. People like that aren't really a puzzle you need to solve. They're a lesson you need to learn.

I remembered something I've heard many times before: Hurt people hurt people. The things people say and do are often reflections of themselves, not reflections of you.

So to this so-called friend, thank you. Thank you for showing me who you are before I invested even more trust in you. Yes, you hurt me. Yes, I cried. Yes, I spent a day replaying everything in my head but I'm okay now.

The greatest gift a snake can give you is revealing itself before it gets close enough to bite again. You weren't a friend. You were simply a snake wearing sheep's clothing. Now that I know, I can keep my distance. I can close the gate. I can protect my peace. And most importantly, I can keep you out of my garden.

The flowers are doing just fine without you.

I Attended my First Female Networking Event

I recently attended what I would consider my first real female networking event.

It was held in Alabang at Launchpad on the second floor of Commerce Center, and what initially caught my attention was simple. It was free. No expensive tickets, no pressure to “invest in yourself” through a five-digit workshop. Just transportation expenses, free food, and an invitation to show up as you are. The event was called SSide Quest and out of curiosity more than confidence, I applied.

Luckily, I got in.

What made the experience even more interesting was that I already knew the host. Then I found out I also knew the keynote speaker, MK Bertulfo. Suddenly the event felt less intimidating and more familiar, at least in theory.

However, the moment I walked into the room, the introvert in me immediately clocked in.

I did not want to talk to anyone. It was frightening. I felt like an impostor. 

I wanted to sit quietly, eat the food, observe people from afar, and maybe leave without anyone remembering I was there. But that would completely defeat the purpose of attending a networking event in the first place. So I forced myself to start conversations.

Beside me were moms running preschools and small businesses. On the other side were women who looked polished, successful, and intimidating in the way accomplished people sometimes are without even trying. Some were panelists. Some had hosted for SM. One was a Russian model. 

Across the room were people I already knew, and naturally, a part of me wanted to migrate toward familiarity. But networking only works when you allow yourself to stay uncomfortable long enough to grow from it.

So I stayed where I was.

Surprisingly, it turned out to be one of the best decisions I made that week.

One thing I appreciated about the event was that it did not feel performative. It wasn't just for show. It wasn't just fluff or sparkly dust.  

The conversations felt grounded. MK Bertulfo’s talk especially stood out to me because she discussed the difference between a side hustle and an actual business in a way that felt practical and easy to understand. Usually, with speakers, you hear the same productivity lines over and over again. The same motivational sound bites dressed up in different PowerPoint presentations. 

This time, I actually learned something new and that alone made attending worthwhile.

But beyond the lessons about business, the part that stayed with me most was realizing how many women are quietly building things while also trying to hold themselves together. Different industries. Different backgrounds. Different levels of success. Yet everyone in that room was trying to create something meaningful for themselves.

And somewhere in the middle of all that, journaling kept appearing in conversations.

Women talked about journaling to process thoughts. To survive difficult seasons. To organize ideas. To recover from burnout. To reconnect with themselves after feeling lost creatively or emotionally.

As someone deeply immersed in the journaling space, hearing that felt oddly validating.

Sometimes when you are in a niche long enough, you begin to wonder if people still see value in it outside your own circle. That night reminded me they do. Journaling is not just stationery and stickers and pretty notebooks. For many women, it has quietly become a survival tool. 

Another unexpected moment for me was realizing that some people in the room already knew who I was. Some remembered Ang Arty Ni Kathy. Others remembered my blogging days. A few had followed my content for years without me knowing.

I do not think creators always understand the footprint they leave behind while they are busy creating.

You think you are just posting reviews, stories, random thoughts, maybe oversharing a little online. Then one day, someone walks up to you in a room full of strangers and tells you they remember your work from years ago.

Suddenly, the internet feels a little more real.

The entire experience was both humbling and encouraging. It reminded me that growth does not always happen inside your comfort zone. Sometimes growth looks like introducing yourself first. Sometimes it looks like sitting beside strangers instead of friends. Sometimes it looks like showing up to a room alone even when your anxiety is begging you not to.

I left that event realizing I want to attend more female networking gatherings in the future. Not because I suddenly became extroverted overnight, but because I realized there is value in being around women who are building, struggling, learning, pivoting, and trying again.

There is also something powerful about seeing women openly discuss ambition without apology. This was my biggest takeaway from the night.

We are all just on different versions of the same side quest. 

The Simple Life I’m Manifesting for My Family in 2027

I haven’t blogged in a long time.

Lately, I’ve been feeling the urge to return to writing. Not just posting snapshots on Instagram or uploading short-form videos on TikTok, Reels, or YouTube Shorts, but actually writing again. The way I used to. The way I used to capture moments, record my thoughts, document the little things happening around me and inside me.

There’s something different about written words. They hold weight differently. They preserve feelings in a way quick posts sometimes can’t. For the longest time, I kept telling myself I didn’t have enough time to blog anymore.

But if I’m being honest with myself, I do.

I have time to endlessly scroll through my phone. I have time to binge-watch series late into the night. So surely, somewhere in between all of that, I can make time to write again. And so here I am. Writing again. Blogging again. Trying to capture this strange season of my life that somehow feels chaotic, clear, confusing, and peaceful all at once. Which sounds contradictory, I know.

How can there be peace in chaos? How can there be clarity in confusion? But somehow, both exist together. So many things in my life have been changing lately. Some good. Some uncertain. Some completely beyond my control.

Work, for example, has been one of those things. I know I’ve been doing well, but sometimes life shifts in ways you cannot predict no matter how hard you work or how prepared you think you are.And during moments like these, I find myself turning back to God again and again.

Because when I look back at every difficult season I’ve survived, every heartbreak, every struggle, every challenge that once felt impossible, I realize there has always been one constant in my life: God carried me through all of it. 

I pray. I trust. I do my part. And somehow, He always provides exactly what I need when I need it. I just need to be ready when the blessings arrive.

Recently, I heard someone talk about manifestation. They said that when you manifest something, you need to be specific. Clear. Intentional. And honestly, I laughed a little because I remember doing exactly that years ago.

About eight years ago, an old woman in an old church told me to pray for the man I was going to marry. At the time, I remember thinking: “I don’t need a man. I need more money.” But apparently, God knew me better than I knew myself. Because somehow, He gave me both: a good man and enough provision to build a life together.

So now, I want to manifest again. And this time, I want to be very specific.

By 2027, I want us to look back at 2026 and say: “We made it through.” Not just survived, but survived with grace. I want us to get through 2026 without anyone in our family becoming severely ill. Without hospitalizations. Without losing people we deeply love. I want our family to remain safe, healthy, protected, and together.

I want Mark and me to still be happily married, still respectful toward one another, still choosing each other every day even when life gets difficult.

I want our kids to continue living normal, happy lives. I want them to do well in school, to grow into kind human beings, and to always feel safe coming to us for anything.

I want B to thrive in school and be surrounded by teachers who genuinely guide and inspire him during his junior and senior years.

I want K to continue learning, laughing, making memories with friends, and growing up surrounded by people who nurture, support, and love him.

I want all our pets to stay healthy too because they are family in every sense of the word.

Financially, I pray that by 2027, we would have paid off all our debts. To people. To institutions. To everyone. I pray for peace that comes from finally breathing without constantly worrying about finances. I pray that Mark continues thriving in his work as chief photojournalist, doing what he loves and being recognized for it.

And for me?

I hope my journaling workshops grow bigger. I hope I get booked at least three times a month by companies for mental health programs. I hope people begin inviting me to weddings and birthdays to host journaling workshops because they see how meaningful and healing they can be. I want to build something purposeful. Something creative. Something that helps people reconnect with themselves.

I also pray that we can finally start saving for the down payment of what will become our forever home. Nothing extravagant. Just a safe home filled with warmth, laughter, pets, conversations, and peace.

I want simple things. Family dinners together. Occasional days out. Slow mornings. Inside jokes. Shared meals. Watching movies together. Being present with one another. I know some people dream of huge things. And maybe this sounds small to others.

But honestly? 

This is the life I truly want. To earn more than enough. To build security for our children. To love my husband well. To raise kind kids. To protect our peace. To grow older with the people I love. To create a home where everyone feels safe, heard, and cared for. That’s the dream.

What about you? What do you dream about? 

In Loving Memory of Yang (2012–2026)

There are cats who pass through your life, and then there are cats who become part of your life story. Yang was the latter.

For fourteen years, she was not just a pet. She was a constant. She was there before so many milestones, and she stayed through every chapter that followed. She watched a house become a home. She saw love grow. She saw a family form.

She had the rare gift of presence. She slept beside me for years, often on my head, claiming her spot without apology. She would gently poke me awake, as if reminding me that the day had already begun and she expected to be part of it. She stayed nearby, always within reach, always within sight. Her soulful eyes carried a quiet understanding, the kind only a long-time companion can hold.

Yangyang witnessed every season of my life. She was there when I got married. She was there when my child was born. She watched over my children when they were sick, keeping silent vigil in the room. When K came into the world, she was already there, observing, accepting, guarding. She welcomed my husband in her own unforgettable way, leaving him with a little “boop” on the nose, and then, over time, claiming his chest as her resting place. He pretended to dislike it, but now he misses it.

She was my first official cat. I did not know then how deeply a cat could anchor a person. I did not know that fourteen years later, losing her would feel like losing a family member all over again.

This year, I had quietly prepared myself. Fourteen is a long life for a cat. I knew it could be the year. I just did not expect it to be this early. I thought we still had time. I was planning to buy her a new costume, a better cat tree, a softer bed. I thought there would be more days to spoil her.

On her final day, I struggled to face the reality. Part of me hoped she would simply pass in her sleep. Not because I wanted her gone, but because I did not want her to struggle. I did not want to see her fight for breath. I avoided looking at her too long because I did not want to cry again.

But I went back. I spoke to her one more time.

I told her I loved her. I thanked her for everything. I told her she could go, that Mommy would be okay.

I thought she had already slipped away. Then she heard my voice. She gave one last breath. One last small kick. I did not realize in that moment that it was goodbye.

Now I understand. She waited.

She waited to hear my voice one last time.

Yangyang lived fourteen full years, wrapped in love. She was cuddled, cared for, spoken to, and cherished. She grew old in a home where she was never unwanted, never unseen. She left this world after hearing that she was loved and that it was okay to rest.

There is pain in this loss. There is the ache of an empty space on my pillow. The silence where her paws used to move. The absence of those familiar eyes looking back at me. There is the weight of knowing she will never poke me awake again.

But there is also gratitude.

Gratitude for every ordinary day she made sacred simply by being there. Gratitude for fourteen years of loyalty. Gratitude that her final breath was not alone, but accompanied by love.

Yangyang was the sweetest cat. The best cat. My first cat. My constant companion.

She was family.

Last week I held her one last time. The years she gave me cannot be taken. The memories cannot be erased. The love does not disappear simply because her body has.

Thank you, Yangyang.
For watching over my children.
For loving our family.
For staying beside me through every phase of my life.
For choosing us for fourteen beautiful years.

You can rest now.

Mommy will be okay. Not now but eventually. For now, I will grieve you but I will also set you free. 

Sunday Slowdown

Our Sunday began on a slow note. Even with no running water on the second and third floors, there was no panic, no frustration. My husband simply stepped in and took over. And honestly, it felt really nice.

He woke up at 8 a.m. and let me sleep until 10. He took care of the pets, cleaned the house, and cooked—all without a single complaint. Just quiet acts of service. He knows that once the week starts, it will mostly be me holding things together while he’s at work and the kids are in school.

Eight years into our relationship and five years into marriage, there is still appreciation, love, and respect between us. That’s something I never take for granted. It’s also what I hope our kids see when they look at us—partnership, not perfection.

After we ate, B and I cleaned up while my husband ran a few errands and took care of the cat litter area. K, meanwhile, was happily absorbed in his dinosaur cartoons.

It was quiet.
It was peaceful.
It was home.

We’ll be moving houses in the next few weeks, and I know things will get chaotic before they settle. Still, I’m excited. Excited for a new space, for new memories, and for turning another house into a place that truly feels like ours. I’m excited for the core memories that will be made there.

In all of this, I know God has His hand on things. So I leave the next steps to Him. His plans are always greater than my own—and I trust that completely.

In God's Perfect Time

I haven’t been able to write for the past few days. Too many things have been happening. Changes not just in my own life, but in the lives of people I deeply love. And in the middle of all that, I was reminded, once again, that God has a way of removing people from our lives when they no longer belong there.

He hears conversations we never hear. He sees intentions we cannot see. He knows what people hide behind smiles and silence. And because of that, I am learning to trust Him more. Truly trust Him. Because no matter how carefully we plan, our plans will never be greater than what He already has prepared for us.

Case in point.

I just finished cleaning and organizing the house we’ve been living in from October to December. Finally, it felt about eighty percent the way I wanted it to look and feel. I let go of so much clutter. Broken things. Items we were keeping “just in case.” Things that stayed purely for sentimental reasons, but no longer hold meaning for me. If I’m being honest, I probably got rid of half of what was inside the house.

And it felt good.

The space became functional. Intentional. The way I like it. Condiments on the counter where they’re easy to reach. Knives and chopping boards together. Food staples are visible, so I know exactly what we have and what we need. Everything finally made sense.

And then, just like that, the landlady came and told us they needed the house back.

It was for a valid reason. That’s why I wasn’t angry. I was sad, not mad. Suddenly, we were faced with the reality that we had to move again.

I didn’t panic, even though I felt it creeping in. I reminded myself of something life has taught me again and again. Everything happens for a reason.

A few days ago, we looked at five houses for rent. None of them felt right. They didn’t have the energy I was looking for. So I prayed and told God I was going to be specific.

I asked for a home that feels right the moment I walk in. A welcoming space. No dark corners. White floors that are easy to clean. No overly high ceilings, just enough space to move and breathe. A place that feels light.

And then yesterday, we looked at just one house.

From the outside alone, I already felt it. This is nice. This is different. It was within the maximum budget we set. The garage was spacious. The house was well-lit. It sat in a quiet neighborhood. The floors were white and marbled, practical and easy to maintain. The kitchen had plenty of cabinets. Enough space to finally organize properly.

There was even a dirty kitchen that could be screened so insects wouldn’t come in. Something I specifically wanted so I could actually use and maximize the space.

It’s a three-floor house, though only two floors are livable. The third floor is a roof deck. A space we can turn into something meaningful. Small dinners. Barbecues. Quiet nights. Mini camping for the husband and K. A place where friends can gather. A place we can make feel like home.

And I felt grateful. Truly grateful.

As for my sister, who is going through her own life-changing season, I feel hopeful. I know things will get better for her. Every ending always carries a beginning. I hope she finds herself. I hope she learns to love herself. I see so much of my past in what she’s going through now.

And while our mom is no longer here, I am. I can tell her the things our mom once told me. I pray she listens. Not because I know better, but because I know how much those words mattered to me when I needed them most.

So these past four days have been about change. About surrender. About trusting God’s perfect timing. About not rushing. About letting go. About believing, even when things feel uncertain, that there is always something better waiting.

And that, to me, is a perfect life. 

Noticing the Small Things

Today didn’t start out great. I woke up irritated because Chanel was meowing like a banshee, and I had slept later than I wanted to. When I went downstairs, my husband was already irritated too—his foot was hurting, and when he’s in pain, irritation is how he lets off steam. Naturally, that irritated me even more.

As I said, not the best start.

Thankfully, despite being annoyed with each other, we still managed to show up. He took me to the wet market, and I was able to snag some fresh produce. He even picked me up after, which I appreciated more than I probably said out loud.

While I was cleaning the produce at home, B managed to get on my nerves—but this one didn’t linger. We talked, cleared things out, and moved on. The husband had a chicken sandwich and then left for work, while B and I cooked tahong together. Pro-tip: 1 cup water and 1 cup Sprite is the perfect combination for the tahong soup. 

Later in the afternoon, I went to SM to pick up a few things we needed for the kitchen, along with some dinosaur toys that K’s grandma and uncle wanted to get for him. Of course, if K gets something, B gets something too, so B got some Lego toys of his own.

I also treated myself to new bras from Wacoal. I haven’t bought new ones in almost two years, so this felt like a well-deserved splurge. I only got two because ₱2,230 per bra is still a lot for me—but I trust the brand, and comfort is a priority.

When I got home, I cooked steamed lapu-lapu and realized I might have chosen one that was a bit too big. Thankfully, it still fit in the steamer, though it came out slightly firm. Mental note for next time: marinate the fish in sesame oil, black pepper, and salt for a few hours so the flavor really sinks in.

Dinner was a win. For the first time in a while, everything was wiped out—no leftovers at all. That made me genuinely happy, especially since we won’t be eating at home tomorrow.

I ended the night with Cinnabon and coffee. I chose to eat downstairs at the dining table instead of in my room, which is my usual habit. I just wanted a moment to myself. I felt a brief pang of guilt for not sharing with K, but I let it go. Sometimes, moms need to just be moms—and eat quietly, alone.

Today, I am grateful for noticing the small things. Fresh produce. Flowers in the living room. Food I get to cook and serve my family. Moving around with less knee pain. And being able to sit down and drink coffee in peace.

I think these are the things that make me rich in life. View my day here. 

My Vision Board for 2026

I haven’t created a vision board in a very long time. Somewhere along the way, I stopped envisioning things altogether. Maybe it happened during the pandemic, or maybe it was because life shifted into survival mode and never quite eased up after that.

Don’t get me wrong—I am happily married. But when it comes to finances, it has been a cycle of on and off, steady then uncertain. At times, I’ve felt like a fish out of water, barely catching my breath before being pulled back under again.

Then there was losing my Mom. And not long after, my Dad followed.

Grief has a way of narrowing your world. Dreams feel indulgent when you’re just trying to make it through the day.

This year, though, I decided I want to dream again. I want something to aim for—not out of pressure, but out of hope.

My vision for this season of life is simple, but deeply intentional. I want slow mornings that don’t begin in a rush. I want financial stability—not excess, just steadiness and peace of mind. I want to take my family on a trip abroad, to experience new places together and create memories we’ll carry for years.

I want to grow my journaling workshops—not just as a side project, but as meaningful work that allows me to help others while building a life that feels aligned. I want healthier bodies, more movement, better sleep, and gentler days. I want our own home, a space that feels safe and rooted. I want a brand new seven-seater car, not for status, but for comfort, practicality, and family life.

I want to read more. To write things down. To remember. To document moments that might otherwise slip quietly by.

At the heart of it all, I want a career in journaling workshops that supports this vision—a life built on reflection, creativity, and slow living. A life that feels intentional rather than reactive.

Vision boards, I’ve learned, are both aspirational and inspirational. They remind us of what we want, but they are not contracts we have to fulfill perfectly. If we don’t tick off everything by the end of the year, that’s okay. What matters is that we allowed ourselves to dream again, to hope again, and to believe that a gentler, fuller life is possible.

Sometimes, choosing to envision is already a win.

Savoring Slow Days

I used to believe that productivity was the only proof that I had a good day. If I wasn’t ticking something off a list, then the day felt wasted. The idea of simply sipping coffee, enjoying music, and taking my time felt so unfamiliar that whenever it happened, guilt would quietly creep in.

The truth is, even up until early this year, and sometimes still now, I catch myself tensing up when I hear someone about to enter my room. Instinctively, I make myself look busy. As if rest, stillness, or doing nothing needs to be justified.

Even in my own home.

Unlearning that mindset took time. I watched videos, read essays, and slowly allowed myself to sit with the idea of slow days instead of resisting them. I learned that being able to drink a cup of coffee in peace, without rushing or explaining myself, is one of life’s quiet luxuries.

I learned that a good night’s sleep sets the tone for everything that follows. Even gentle movement, such as walking or cleaning the house and washing dishes, that allows me to break a sweat can lift my mood more than you expect. Opening a cupboard and seeing it full is a blessing that many of us forget to acknowledge.

And somewhere along the way, I learned that rest is not laziness. It is care.

If you are learning how to savor slow days too, here are a few things that helped me:

First, stop timing everything. Not every moment needs to be efficient. Let some tasks take longer simply because you can.

Second, create one small daily ritual. Morning coffee, afternoon stretching, or quiet journaling at night. Consistency makes slowness feel safe.

Third, limit background noise. Silence, soft music, or natural sounds can help your body relax without you realizing it.

Fourth, move your body without an agenda. Walk, stretch, dance, or clean at your own pace. Movement does not have to be a workout to be beneficial.

Fifth, remind yourself that rest does not need to be earned. You are allowed to slow down simply because you are human.

Slow days do not mean empty days. Sometimes, they are the fullest ones of all. View my day here. 

Gratitude on the First Day of 2026

The simple fact that we are alive and able to welcome 2026 is already something to be deeply grateful for. Not everyone is given that privilege, and for that alone, I find myself saying thank you—to God, to the universe—for this gift that continues to be given.

The year began exactly the way I hoped it would. A slow morning. A full night’s rest after coming home late from celebrating with my siblings. No rush, no pressure. Just the husband and I moving in the kitchen, listening to music, working side by side to prepare a late lunch for our kids. And honestly, it felt just right.

Afterwards, B and I cleaned up while the husband took care of K. It felt like a much-needed reset for our home—the kind that goes beyond just tidying up. We cleaned, then took the time to clean ourselves too, and I finally sat down to sort through my journals. That alone felt grounding.

My desk, however, still leaves much to be desired. The added weight of knowing we’ll need to find a new place soon feeds the procrastination, but I also know I can’t let that stop me. I need my desk to work for me—to support productivity, yes, but also peace. Right now, it’s chaotic, and if I’m being honest, it deeply bothers me.

I also did a much-needed weigh-in and saw that I gained back 2 of the kilos I had lost. Still, it feels like a win. Losing 7 kilos without even trying is something I don’t take lightly. It simply means I need to be mindful again—of what I eat, how much I move, and making space for daily exercise.

I’m still far from where I want to be, health-wise, but I’m taking the necessary steps. Slowly, intentionally, and with more awareness this time.

We finally got Fifi (short for Maleficent) after so many missed schedules, and she is the most gorgeous thing. She is so adorable and can definitely hold her own against my 5 other cats. 

Should I make an Instagram account for her? 

I know that today is, in many ways, just another day. And yet, there is something comforting about the idea of being given a whole new year. I hope that as the days unfold, I remember to be grateful—simply for being alive, and for having my family alive, healthy, and beside me.

I hope I remember that it is okay to say no. It is okay to walk away from people who once mattered but no longer do. And that what God wills is, and will always be, what is best for me.

2025 was our first full year without Mommy. It wasn’t easy, but we made it through—with strength, with grace, and with love. As we step into 2026, I hope we allow ourselves to do what we need to do, to pursue our passions, and to continue building the life we know we deserve.

Happy New Year. View my day here. 

 

Loving Yourself when it's Hard

One of the things that I found hard to learn was to love myself. It was a struggle and a big challenge especially when I have used being in a relationship as a crutch my whole life. 

I didn't realize it back then, but I kept looking for love in the arms of another and then sabotaging that love because I felt that I didn't deserve to be loved. Someone who mattered a lot to me told me that I didn't deserve to be loved, and I believed him. 

It took me a long time before I realized that what he said to me wasn't true. Thankfully, I had people around me who rallied me and helped me through all these. 

Here are 10 things that I did to help me learn how to love myself. 

• Practice Self-Compassion
• Treat yourself with the kindness you would show to a close friend. Instead of criticizing your mistakes, remind yourself that everyone makes them and use them as opportunities to grow.
• Set Healthy Boundaries
• Learn to say no to things that drain your energy or compromise your values. Respecting your time and energy is a key step toward self-love.
• Celebrate Your Strengths
• Make a list of things you’re good at, accomplishments you’re proud of, or qualities that make you unique. Refer to it whenever self-doubt creeps in.
• Take Care of Your Body
• Show love to yourself by prioritizing your physical well-being. Regular exercise, nutritious food, adequate sleep, and staying hydrated all contribute to a healthier mindset.
• Surround Yourself with Positive Influences
• Spend time with people who uplift and support you. Distance yourself from those who bring negativity or make you question your self-worth.
• Practice Mindfulness
• Focus on the present moment without judgment. Mindfulness can help you recognize negative thought patterns and replace them with more constructive and affirming thoughts.
• Engage in Activities You Enjoy
• Spend time doing things that bring you happiness and fulfillment. Whether it’s painting, reading, gardening, or dancing, prioritize hobbies that nourish your soul.
• Accept Imperfections
• Embrace the fact that nobody is perfect. Instead of striving for unrealistic ideals, appreciate the beauty of your imperfections—they make you human and unique.
• Affirm Yourself Daily
• Start each day with positive affirmations. Simple statements like, “I am enough,” or, “I deserve happiness and love,” can gradually shift your mindset toward self-acceptance.
• Seek Professional Help if Needed
• If self-love feels unattainable due to deep-rooted issues, consider talking to a therapist. They can provide guidance and tools to help you work through challenges and build a healthier relationship with yourself.

Remember, learning to love yourself is a journey, not a destination. Take it one step at a time, and be patient with yourself along the way.

This was how I managed to do it. It took a long time, in fact, it took years, but when I finally got to the place where I truly loved myself, everything that I went through was worth it. 

So be patient with yourself. You deserve to love yourself and you deserve to get to know yourself. 

A Day in My Future Life

I have seen this video on TikTok about a viral hack that lets you glimpse your ideal future day. You need to list what you want to achieve, so I listed mine like this. 

1. I want to save 500,000 pesos annually.
2. I want to travel with my family 4x a year and not worry about finances because we are earning passive income. 
3. I want to be physically healthy again. Right now I am at 290lbs and want to go down to 150lbs but not stress myself. I want small but consistent steps in cutting down the weight. However, I don't have time to go to the gym but I do have a treadmill at home and a stationary bike. 
4. I want to create content that helps other people. I am thinking of doing a podcast where I talk to people about life and life lessons. I want to earn money from my socials and do brand collaborations, but still use all my life learnings to bless others as well. 
5. I would like to have time to do my arts and crafts as well as read books and also spend time with my kids and husband. 
6. I would like to be able to do cooking videos so I can create content and serve great food to my family. 

I asked ChatGPT to "Tell me a story of a day in the life of my future self based on this description," and then I added these goals of mine. This is what it showed me. 

Morning Glow
The day begins at 6:30 AM with the soothing sound of birds outside your window. You wake up feeling refreshed in your 150-pound body, the result of months of small, consistent changes. Your treadmill and stationary bike have become trusted companions, and today, you’re spending 20 minutes on a brisk treadmill walk while catching up on a podcast you adore. You sip a tall glass of lemon water and enjoy a light breakfast you prepared the night before—overnight oats with fresh fruit.

Creative Morning Hustle
After your morning exercise, you sit in your cozy, sunlit home office—a haven filled with books, a simple craft station, and a mood board that keeps your creative juices flowing. By 9:00 AM, you’re recording an episode of your podcast. Today’s guest is a mother-entrepreneur sharing her story of resilience. The conversation is heartfelt, and as you hit "stop" on the recording, you feel a sense of purpose knowing this content will inspire others.

You take a quick break to post on your social media platforms. A recent collaboration with a kitchen brand has brought in not only income but also engagement from followers who love seeing your authentic, joyful posts about family and cooking. The comment section is alive with gratitude for your positivity.

Midday Balance
Lunch is a special family affair. You prepare a quick, nutritious meal while filming snippets for your cooking channel. Your kids giggle as they help you chop vegetables, and your husband gives you a warm hug before you all sit down together. The cooking video you filmed will later become a reel showing not just the recipe but the laughter and love shared in your kitchen.

Afternoon Me-Time
The afternoon is yours. You cozy up on the couch with a new book, losing yourself in its pages for an hour before turning to your art table. There’s a project you’ve been working on—a handmade scrapbook for the year’s travels. As you paste pictures of your family standing in awe before a majestic waterfall from your last trip, you feel immense gratitude for the passive income that allows you to create these memories stress-free.

Evening Connection
Dinner is a celebration. You try out a new recipe you’ve been excited about, plating it beautifully and sharing it with your family. The kids rave about your skills, and you’re reminded of how much you enjoy serving great food to the people you love. After dinner, the family gathers for a casual movie night, complete with homemade popcorn.

Reflection and Dreaming Forward
When the house quiets down, you retreat to your journal, reflecting on the day. You write about the small steps you’ve taken toward your goals—how your content is growing, how you feel physically lighter and mentally freer, and how balanced your life feels. Before turning in, you spend a few minutes reviewing your savings tracker. With disciplined planning and a thriving online presence, you're on track to save ₱500,000 this year.

As you climb into bed, you’re at peace. Your family is thriving, your creative passions are flourishing, and you’re living a life that honors your dreams while inspiring others to pursue theirs. Tomorrow is another chance to make progress, enjoy the present, and keep building your envisioned life

I felt so happy reading this and I realized, this can really be my life. I just need to be more consistent with everything that I am doing and to take action with my health.

The next step that I did was to ask ChatGPT what were the necessary steps that I needed to take so that I could turn this into my life.

1. Financial Goal: Save ₱500,000 Annually

Steps to Take:

• Create a Budget:

• Track current expenses and identify areas to cut costs.

• Set a monthly savings target of approximately ₱41,667.

• Use tools like a budgeting app or spreadsheet.

• Automate Savings:

• Open a dedicated high-yield savings account.

• Automate monthly transfers to ensure consistency.

• Increase Income Streams:

• Monetize your podcast and social media through ads, brand collaborations, or sponsored posts.

• Explore passive income options like investments, rental properties, or digital products.

• Offer online courses or consultations related to your life experiences.

• Minimize Unnecessary Spending:

• Use a 30-day rule for non-essential purchases.

• Focus on free or low-cost family activities.

• Monitor Progress:

• Review savings goals weekly.

• Celebrate milestones, e.g., ₱100,000 saved.

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2. Travel Goal: 4 Family Trips Annually

Steps to Take:

• Plan Ahead:

• Research travel deals and discounts (e.g., airline promos, travel fairs).

• Book trips during off-peak seasons to save on costs.

• Set a Travel Fund:

• Allocate a portion of monthly savings specifically for travel.

• Use cash-back or rewards credit cards for travel-related expenses.

• Explore Local Destinations:

• Mix local and international trips to balance costs.

• Focus on family-friendly spots within driving distance.

• Integrate Content Creation:

• Film or document your trips for your social media platforms.

• Collaborate with travel brands to subsidize costs.

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3. Health Goal: Reach 150 lbs through Sustainable Steps

Steps to Take:

• Adopt Consistent Home Workouts:

• Commit to using your treadmill or stationary bike for at least 20 minutes daily.

• Gradually increase intensity over time.

• Simplify Meal Planning:

• Follow an 80/20 approach: prioritize nutritious meals but allow occasional indulgences.

• Prep meals in advance to avoid unhealthy options.

• Track Progress:

• Use a fitness tracker or app to log weight and activity levels.

• Celebrate small milestones (e.g., every 5 lbs lost).

• Incorporate Movement into Daily Life:

• Take standing or walking breaks during creative work.

• Play active games with your kids to burn extra calories.

• Consult Professionals:

• Seek guidance from a nutritionist for a sustainable diet plan.

• Have regular check-ups to ensure you’re on the right track.

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4. Career Goal: Monetize Content Creation (Podcast, Socials, Cooking)

Steps to Take:

• Define Your Niche:

• Focus on life lessons, parenting, cooking, and creativity.

• Develop a unique voice to differentiate yourself from others.

• Set Content Goals:

• Plan weekly content themes.

• Post consistently (e.g., 3-4 posts per week).

• Build an Audience:

• Engage with followers through meaningful interactions.

• Collaborate with other creators to expand reach.

• Monetize Your Content:

• Use platforms like Patreon, YouTube, or Anchor to monetize your podcast.

• Pitch brands for collaborations and sponsored content.

• Create digital products, such as e-books or online courses.

• Measure Growth:

• Track metrics like followers, engagement, and revenue.

• Adjust strategies based on analytics.

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5. Personal Goal: Balance Hobbies, Family, and Content Creation

Steps to Take:

• Prioritize Time Blocks:

• Dedicate specific times for arts and crafts, reading, and family activities.

• Use tools like planners or time-blocking apps to manage your day effectively.

• Batch Tasks:

• Group similar activities (e.g., filming multiple cooking videos in one session).

• Use downtime for hobbies or reading.

• Get Your Family Involved:

• Include your kids in creative projects like crafting or cooking.

• Make content creation a family activity when possible.

• Practice Mindfulness:

• Focus on enjoying each activity fully rather than multitasking.

• Take breaks to avoid burnout.

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6. Cooking Goal: Create Content and Serve Great Food

Steps to Take:

• Plan Recipes in Advance:

• Select recipes that are family-friendly and visually appealing.

• Create a schedule for filming cooking content.

• Film Efficiently:

• Set up a simple, well-lit filming area in your kitchen.

• Use batch filming to maximize time.

• Engage Your Audience:

• Share tips, family stories, or funny moments while cooking.

• Respond to follower questions about recipes or techniques.

• Experiment and Innovate:

• Try new cuisines or techniques to keep content fresh.

• Incorporate trending food topics into your videos.

I will be reviewing this to make sure that it fits what I need and what I can do realistically. Last part, I asked what a daily schedule would look like for me to make all of these happen. 

Morning (6:00 AM - 9:00 AM)

6:00 AM - 6:30 AM: Wake-Up & Morning Routine

• Wake up and hydrate with a glass of water.

• Quick personal hygiene routine.

• Spend 5-10 minutes setting your intention for the day through journaling or gratitude.

6:30 AM - 7:00 AM: Light Exercise

• Use your treadmill or stationary bike for 20-30 minutes at a moderate pace.

• Option: Listen to an inspiring podcast while working out.

7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: Breakfast & Family Time

• Prepare and enjoy a light, nutritious breakfast with your family.

• Engage in simple morning conversations or help your kids get ready for their day.

8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Creative Work

• Work on your podcast or content creation.

• Focus on recording, planning topics, or editing.

• Use this focused hour to brainstorm brand collaborations or content ideas.

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Mid-Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM)

9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Social Media Management

• Post content or engage with your followers.

• Reply to comments, schedule posts, and track analytics for growth.

10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Creative Projects or Cooking Content

• Spend time filming or preparing a cooking video.

• Experiment with recipes while keeping the process fun and relaxed.

11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Admin or Passive Income Tasks

• Work on financial tracking or passive income strategies.

• Explore opportunities for new income streams, update your savings tracker, or respond to business emails.

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Lunch & Early Afternoon (12:00 PM - 3:00 PM)

12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch & Quality Family Time

• Prepare and enjoy a wholesome lunch with your family.

• Include your kids in simple cooking tasks for fun bonding moments.

1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Personal Reading or Craft Time

• Dedicate this hour to reading a book or working on arts and crafts projects.

• Keep this time sacred for hobbies you love.

2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Planning & Reflection

• Plan upcoming trips, projects, or financial goals.

• Use this time to reflect on your progress and adjust your strategies.

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Late Afternoon (3:00 PM - 6:00 PM)

3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Batch Content Creation

• Film reels, podcast episodes, or other content for the week.

• Focus on efficiency to maximize your creative output.

4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Light Exercise or Active Play

• Use your stationary bike or take a walk with your family.

• Alternatively, engage in light physical activities with your kids.

5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Prepare Dinner

• Film the cooking process for your social media content.

• Enjoy experimenting with recipes and creating a visually appealing meal.

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Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM)

6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Family Dinner

• Sit down for dinner with your family and enjoy the meal together.

• Share highlights of the day and strengthen connections.

7:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Family Activity

• Watch a movie, play a board game, or do a fun group activity.

• Strengthen your bond while unwinding from the day.

8:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Wrap-Up & Reflection

• Review the day’s achievements and write in your journal.

• Update your savings tracker or social media analytics.

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Night (9:00 PM - 10:00 PM)

9:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Wind-Down Routine

• Read a book or listen to calming music to relax your mind.

• Prepare for bed with light stretching or meditation.

10:00 PM: Lights Out

• Aim for 7-8 hours of sleep to stay energized and focused.

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Tips for Implementation:

1. Stay Flexible: Adjust the schedule as needed to accommodate unexpected events.

2. Batch Tasks: Focus on similar tasks in blocks to avoid overwhelm.

3. Celebrate Small Wins: Reflect on your daily progress to stay motivated.

4. Use Tools: Keep a planner or app for reminders and to track your goals.

I am hoping that by end of year in 2025, I accomplished most if not all on my list.