Vacay in Full #amilikey

     Yo yo, what's popping? Nah, who in the shenanigans is this persona? Not me, I was just trying to be playful as always. I know I am not consistent with my blogs in terms of posting on a weekly basis or something near to it, but when I finally get to it -- it's worth the read. 

    After all my life, I finally had a mini vacation all to myself, because of course I am single like a lonely pringle. Nonetheless, I did enjoy myself on this adventure. I was able to book a hotel for three straight nights in Brandon Florida. While the hotel had this amazing pool with a mini water cascade and sprinkler; I also found the facility for indoor skydiving nearby. 

    On my first night, I was super excited and went to the pool around 6pm I believe and swam for about an hour. I needed to get some dinner so I ventured out on foot to see what stores were nearby. As I surveyed the land, I spotted a Wendy's and a gas station-- ended up getting a 4 for 5 dollar meal deal and a chocolate frosty instead of a drink, along with some water from the gas station. It took me a whole hour to and from these two spots back to the hotel. The night time was so cool and quiet as there was ironically just many car dealers surrounding the area. 

    Next morning, I got up early to try out the international breakfast hosted by the hotel. I totally didn't know how to use the waffle maker and the timer never started, so I kept checking to see if it was done. I took out the waffle, but honestly it could have used another 45 seconds to finish cooking. I also put too much water in the oatmeal bowl and it exploded in the microwave. On the second day, the waffle maker had the timer up and I was like oh wow that makes so much more sense. I put less water in the oatmeal bowl and it came out perfect. At home I like to eat my oatmeal like a nice creamy soup so that's why I had initially added so much water to it. 

    My indoor skydiving experience wasn't as fun as I had expected it to be. I never felt like I was falling and it was mainly just painful trying to maintain my arms and legs balanced. The instructor gave me the weird treatment at times and once I was able to straighten myself out I was going higher than I was suppose to go. Riding a roller coaster is much more thrilling and exciting than this indoor skydiving experience for sure. I probably should of just gone to Dave Busters and spent the 115.00 dollars instead on games and prices, but I wanted to try something new and adventurous so I went for it. The high fly was the only thing that was some what enjoyable for like 2 seconds as you came down. 

    While I was at the indoor skydiving place, there was a married couple celebrating their 13th anniversary and I had to do my flying session with them so I felt like the awkward 3rd wheel. I know it's not there fault because they just came in and paid upon arrival while I had already booked before so yeah (and eventually I was going to have to do my session with someone anyways). I also paid separately for 3 professional photos and one video to remember it. 

    After the disappointing event, as I walked back I spotted a Chinese take out place, so I ordered me a house special fried rice with 2 shrimp rolls. I headed to the hotel and had my meal to then prep for another lovely evening time in the pool, unfortunately, that evening it started raining heavily and they closed the pool early so I barely got like 30 minutes in the water. I was very bumped out about that, but I was like oh well. Throughout my stay at the hotel I kept playing adjust the temperature with those portable A/C units they have because it was either too cold or too hot. 

    Finally, on my third day at the hotel I walked to the big Goodwill thrift store that was also about a 30 minute walk away from me. I found some nice items and only spent about 20 bucks for over ten items. Right afterwards I dropped off all my goodies back in the room and headed to the mall to get a manicure and pedicure. I couldn't resist so I also went shopping at JCPenney and Bath&Body Works. Eventually headed to the food court for some Chipotle and Charley's Subs. When I got back to the hotel I ate my food and again prepped to dip into the pool. The third time around was the charm like they say and I was able to enjoy the pool for about 2 hours. I was even fortunate enough to get the pool alone enough to record a little video of myself in the pool (you know for memory sake). Major Lol. Later that night around like 1ish I woke up with sore shoulders from all that swimming & I was like wow what did I do wrong smh. So yeah I guess somehow I over did it or didn't stretch after swimming so much Idk honestly. 

    On my last morning, I was too tired to get the international breakfast so I stayed in bed and later prepped for my final video. I also make videos on YouTube if you are ever interested in viewing me too. I was making use of the good lighting and nice background to capture the experience in full (but also to get my money's worth). I left before the 11:00AM checkout time because I had already done everything I needed to do so it was just dumb staying there just to watch TV until eleven. 

    Overall, it was one of the most fun experiences I've had as a single person. And No I didn't invite anyone over into my room for any reason, because I know that's what some would assume I did. I learned that bringing water and more frozen food as an alternative would have saved me money and time. Perhaps adding one more night just to enjoy it even a little bit more without any rush. Also, really searching the events to ensure I would enjoy the activity before booking ahead of time. 

    As always thank you for reading my humble blog of less than 3 readers and remember God loves you and has something beautiful for your life!!!!

Xoxoxoxooxo, 

Ana :) 

    

After the Storm #amilikey

 Greetings Bloggers!!!! 

At this point, you already know what my deal is so just hit me up on Instagram for more up-to-date events. I am super grateful hurricane 🌀 Ian shifted from a direct impact on Tampa Bay, because I'll admit it we were not prepared. 

In my humble opinion, Tampa Bay is a metropolitan area with a lot more apartment residents than home owners: which implies the population is at a higher risk rate for disaster recovery. Homeowners have the advantage of paying for homeowners insurance for damages, but most likely if apartment tenants can't afford a mortgage than clearly they don't have insurance on their household goods ( furniture, appliances, etc.) Structurally speaking there is also less resources to safe proof the building from hurricane winds, because apartment tenants aren't going to boarder up their windows with plywood. 

Also, apartments don't have backup generators nor do they offer the same level of safety that a house can offer a family. All in all, I am grateful this storm landed elsewhere just based on the statistical analysis I just provided factually speaking. I continue to pray for those that were impacted directly and lost everything. The best case scenario would have been that the storm never made landfall anywhere, unfortunately that was not an option. 

The only thing I lost was my wages from missing work for two days. Apparently, this storm was not compensated by the corporate greed as usual and because we had to close down the facility for two days: they only offered for us to use our PTO time ( like that somehow seemed faired; closing for natural events is not out fault so why would we have to waste our PTO on something we didn't choose to miss). 

During the 48 hours of the storm, I rested a lot and did absolutely nothing productive which I do regret a little bit. People in our community weren't bothered by the storm physically, but their close friends and family near the south of Florida that were impacted did have an impact on them emotionally. I definitely embrace being a helping hand and if given the personal resources I'd volunteer to help out in the recovery. My local church collected a love recovery offering for the families in need and I was able to participate in that collection at least with a small amount of monetary funds. 

Again, no storm whether it be a physical one like this hurricane 🌀 or a personal storm like a health crisis is something anyone would want to endure; however, I am grateful to be okay in order to keep sharing my words of encouragement. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog post. Never forget that you're not a mistake despite your many failures and poor choices in life. God loves you and has a beautiful future for you if you let Him enter your life. Take care of yourself and keep up the good work. 

Xoxo, 

Ana 😊😉 

Beach Day ⛱ #amilikey

 

Greetings Bloggers, I have been preoccupied for some time  now. These past few weeks away from my blog have been productive. Although the official date is two days away, I have been congratulated by my corporate colleagues and even received a decorate one year anniversary balloon 🎈 at work. 

   This goal was accomplished with a lot of hard work and personal sacrifice that only the Lord truly understands. I have endured harsh criticism from former employees who were never even qualified for their own position; yet, I pressed on until new people came in to relieve me of such constant annoyance with micromanagement. I've risen to learning new techniques and skills that I have executed to the best of my ability. I mention that to emphasize how valuable I am as an employee with versatility. 

     My reward to celebrate my workforce goal came with two consecutive days off of work as PTO. I planned one of those days as a beach day. It was a sunny morning 🌄 😎 with very few people( which is exactly what we were looking for) and beautiful waves. Unfortunately, the summer rains 🌧 poured out shortly after just two hours of our arrival, so we packed it along for the day and head to lunch. 

   We had a lunch at a new restaurant never before explored by us. I selected to sit at the booth tables with a neon pink sign that read "You are exactly where you need to be" and I just had to get that in my pics. The waiter was very courteous and the food was also very tasteful. If you would like more details just visit my Instagram page @realamilikey25 for all the photos. 

    My emphasis on a beach day title is meant to bring awareness to celebrating you! Everyone is deserving of a self love gratification for accomplishing a goal. The goal can be anything productive you have attained like losing weight or acquiring a new skill. In my case, I choose to reward myself with a beach day and I loved every minute I spent there soaking in the sunshine. You can have a beach day as a reminder of all your effort and success. 

    As always, remember you're not a mistake from a cheap condom and some horney parents. God created you with a purpose and a plan to live out. Dust yourself off all your past failures, mistakes, bad decisions and gain confidence that you're worth it. Embrace your journey with Jesus in your heart and open your mind to His ways. 

Xoxoxoxooxoxoxoo, 

Love , 

Ana 

The Unexpected Happened

     Hello Nobody!!! I have mentioned this before, but let me reiterate that based on my stats nobody cares about what I have to say or share on my humble blog. So, that actually motivated me to let it all out and speak even more openly. I know we are not to be lead by our emotions because it is not a wise thing to do. However, I am also not going to ignore or deny how I really feel inside. On that note let me provide a great example: at work I answer the phone all day as part of my assignment as a FOS in the medical field. Sometimes, people actually cordially ask me how are you? and I respond like a robot "good", because 1.) I can't actually tell a stranger how I am actually doing and deviate from the primary reason as to why they called the office (to seek information for work); 2.) I can't tell them I am actually working in pain because my wisdom tooth is coming out like a train and now I need oral surgery for extraction; 3.) Even if I shared that part it's not like they would care and again that is not the response they were looking for anyways. 

    I did not expect to need wisdom tooth removal since I am already in my 30s and most people deal with that in their early or mid 20s, so I figured I was good for life. Wrong!!!!! My dental insurance does not cover the procedure completely and it is going to cost me almost $400.00 dollars out of pocket for the anesthesia. At this moment in time I lacked that amount of money so I had to push my oral surgery till next Friday and suffer this pain and annoyance for another week while working full time. I know many people work with pain each and every day, but I did not want to be one of them (yet here I am). 

    To top it all off, after my other specialist appointment I also found out I need two more procedures to deal with my other health issues. The work I do is half and half to be honest: which means I do enjoy helping patients each and everyday, but I do not feel a complete sense of satisfaction with my line of duty because I want to do more. I also feel nobody genuinely recognizes how hard I truly work given the long list of assignments I am responsible for; they say they do appreciate it but that is just in saying. The point of this statements goes to explain as to why I do not want to take off of work for these procedures. We are short staffed because of corporate greed and I also can't afford to loose all those hours of payment. So, it is gonna be a sucky situation all around for me. I love working for the patients, but I would prefer being able to be of more help at work with everything not just the clerical aspect. 

    Apart from those health issues that came unexpectedly in my current timeline this week, I am also reflecting on how I have absolutely nobody I can count on for moments like these outside my angel aka my mommy. She is the only person who cares about me in every aspect of my life and even takes it too far for me doing anything. My mommy loves me like any other mother would love her child, but her love for me is deeper because she almost lost me forever at one point and has seen me at my lowest point in life. So, I am deeply grateful for her and her unconditional love for me I am, but I also wish there was someone else in my life I could rely on and count on. 

    Reflecting back on my life, I now accept the truth of the matter: I have never had friends I can count on; which translates to the sheer fact they were never my real friends. All the people that ever befriended me were in it for the convenience it brought them and the number one reason they all did it: BOREDOM!!!! If you think I am exaggerating, you are wrong because I have asked several people why they called me or were hanging out with me? Their only response was always the same, "I was bored and wanted someone to talk to" so of course that's when they thought of me. They all lied about wanting to help me even when they were able and capable. Another great example: the one person I labeled as my best male friend saw me the day before his wedding and did not have the common courtesy to invite me! Obviously, I had no intention on going because I have never met his now wife and he and I have grown apart several years ago, but it still hurt me to know I was not invited to his special day. After he has stated in the past I was his female best friend that I was like a magnet hard to get rid of but always connected again. He said I was one of those rare friends you never find in life and all this other bull-crap that clearly meant nothing. 

    I have always been there for people when they needed me, but who has been there for me when I needed someone ? NOBODY!! (Other than my angel & some faith family) I have never fit in anywhere since my tragic accident happened. My own DNA relatives have never made me feel a part of the family. My cousins only reached out to me when they needed to practice English and wanted information about coming to the states, but once they arrived here they didn't even take the time to come visit me or ever reached out again. They have done well for themselves and yet never cared to help me when I was in need. I know I am not their responsibility, but I am their bloodline relative and you'd think that your own family would care enough to reach out. My aunts, uncles, and all my cousins say they care about me: but in 32 years of living I have received only one gift from them for my college graduation. They were basically forced and incentivized by my sister because they did not do it on their own. Basically, I had to earn their reward because I graduated college otherwise they would not have sent me that gift as if I in general did not deserve it. Since 2016, they never again reached out to me to say geez here's a small birthday gift or a small gift just because we actually love you and want to show you love. 

    STOP. I know what you are thinking right now. That somehow my only view of love is a gift, absolutely not; I am referencing both the actual part of being involved in my life by calling me on the phone just to talk. Perhaps, going old fashion and sending me a written letter via email if it is such a hassle to mail one out. My father's side of the family are all doing well financially because they're entrepreneurs and have worked really hard. I am not discrediting that fact ever, (in fact I am very proud of them for that) but they also have enough to once in while reach out to assist me or even my sister. 

    One subject I also wanted to let loose on is beauty. I ABSOLUTELY HATE when people tell me I am beautiful. It makes me cringe so damn hard that I hate it hate it hate it. I was born beautiful, that is a true statement and the pictures prove it, but the day of my accident my physical beauty was lost too. Why is it so hard for people to accept the truth? If you are not attractive just accept it and move on. Society is so full of crap when they say, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" NOOOOOOO MORE LIES!!! Everyone can not be beautiful, because that would most likely be a boring life if we all looked the same basically. If you are beautiful then that's fine, but if you are not then I am sure you have other attributes to be grateful for like intelligence or athletic abilities. Not everyone can play as great as Steph Curry and still look as handsome as he does; some people are more like LeBron a great player with average looks to put it lightly. LeBron does not care he is not recognized for his looks (which he doesn't have ) because he was the only who got to play the role in Space Jam 2. I definitely would have prefer any other NBA player, but you get my point. Physical attraction is not for everyone; so you find what you are good at and enjoy that instead of just good looks. 

    Yes, it is true good-looking people have an easier life, because everyone automatically likes them because they're pleasing to see. I am happy whenever I see an attractive man (an eye candy) out in public or wherever I am socializing (it is absolutely normal to be pleased by beauty). However, when I see the majority of the ordinary males: I am just like yeah okay just another normal person (no excitement what so ever and life goes on). So what is my point in all of this: I admit and accept I am NOT PHYSICALLY attractive, but I have learned to deal with it as best as I can. Sure, I also admit it would be nice if a man if any man could look at me the way they look at Wonderwoman (the Marvel actress Gadot ). But we all know that is impossible because I have none of her perfect physical features, so you can't force someone to feel attraction to something that isn't there. STOP. I do not have low self-esteem; I am just real and honest with myself not to accept the lies and compliments about beauty towards me. Men are men and they will never see me for me; I am just a temporary carnal stimulation and that is it. Ironically, I used to think I was so undesirable in that aspect that it also hurt me terrible, but now it turns out is it the ONLY thing I am desired for so now it feels even worse than before. It is sad to think nobody has ever had any sentimental feelings towards me ever. I don't know what it is to be liked and wanted as a serious partner. Sure a few liars said the words "I like you", but did they actually mean it? Absolutely not because I am still Miss Gonzalez with no hyphen name of Mrs. -------. Men are truly pigs with no morals when it comes to intimacy, but yet I daydream that I am wrong about dying old and single because it's my female human desire to have that special someone. And more importantly I can't and do not want to be a mother without a being a wife first. So, I long for someone because I want to be a mother and have that part of my life lived out. 

    I constantly hear from other mothers: my children are the reason I live for and they're all I have. It does not matter whether they went through divorce, whether they're in a crappie marriage, or that life circumstances make it seem like life is falling apart, because their kids make it all worth it. I want to be able to say I have someone to live for other than my mom and siblings. I want to experience motherhood alongside a partner that is my husband. I have also mentioned this before, but everyday that passes I run out of time to make that a reality. So anyways now that I let it all out I can continue my lifetime alone as always. 

    This blog was extensive, but definitely therapeutic for me and that is all that matters to me. My views will never be profitable, but at least I can process my feelings in a healthy way without getting intoxicated or making bad decisions which I have done in the past (read my other blogs). Nothing I say will ever make a real difference in people's lives, because they all see me in a pitiful "I feel sorry for you" sentiment. Nonetheless, I still won't keep my mouth shut, because I do not want anyone to ever accuse me of not trying to make a difference in life. My generation and these youngsters do not feel a sense of obligation to be a productive member of society, but I know who I am and whose I am and doing nothing is absolutely unacceptable regardless of the criticism I receive. 

    Last mini paragraph, I care for people I really do, but I do not care in how they see me because I am never going to fit in anywhere. My scars are inevitable, my social status is currently in the lower spectrum, my morals are faith-based, and I do enjoy a good debate with actual higher thinking. I lack my personal transportation and that is an impasse for having friends. Nobody wants to hangout with someone who is dependent on others for transportation. I like to have fun, but I also do not want to part take in everything that society labels as being okay. One of my former college classmates once asked me if I was embarrassed to show off my legs? At that time, I didn't want to accept she was partially right about that, because I always defaulted to covering my legs just to protect them from the sun and any injuries. Now, I accept I was embarrassed to show off my legs because they're severely burnt and scarred. Today, I can say "Shrew it" I wear shorts as often as I can, because people are going to stare at me naturally, so let me give them something extra to stare at me for. That was the last example topic I wanted to share for today. As always, if anyone thinks their life is hard and in total doom: just think of me and receive a little push forward not to give up in life. Humans make mistakes 24/7, but God does not because He is perfect, so you are alive for a reason and a purpose. Do not ask me what it is, because I am still trying to figure out my own. Thanks to anyone who reads it all the way through and you know the rest.

Xoxoxoxoooxoxo,

Ana : ) 

   

Today has nothing to do with a bunny, honey !!!

 Greetings Bloggers!!!

    I am definitely past my bedtime at this moment. No, I am not a child, but I do believe in getting the minimum 6 hours and I do have an early start to my day. So with that in mind I just wanted to give my two cents about Easter Day. 

    Easter should be about remembering Jesus's death and resurrection alone. It should not be about the idiotic notion of a bunny laying or having eggs. Egg hunting is just another capitalist way to make more money while diluting the real meaning and representation of Easter Sunday. Jesus was a real person who died on the cross for you and me. He was a person, but not just a person; Jesus was a spiritual being in the form of a person. Everyone who has always wanted to deny his existence clearly could not have been more wrong, because even history remembers him. 

    I too am guilty as a former child of having participated in Easter egg hunt at church, because I didn't know any better. I enjoyed the surprise of finding them and then opening to see what it had inside. Reflecting back on it, I wish my faith community could have separated themselves from this worldly tradition. They always use kids as their excuse to participate in secular customs, but they are associated with pagan traditions. Most of them draw back to some type of goddess and gods that required a sacrifice. I admit that providing the research here would have been more enlightening, so I do apologize for omitting that information (I just don't have enough time now). 

    I still have a glimpse of hope I can one day have kids of my own: I will definitely prevent them from being trapped in this nonsense. I can dress them nicely each and every day without waiting for Easter Sunday. I will reward them with some delicious goods without putting them in a plastic egg. Lastly, I will not lie to them and tell them that there is such a thing as an Easter Bunny with eggs. 

    You do have a choice and standing out against the majority is not a wrong stance. Be brave enough to say "No" to the Fake Easter Bunny!!! 

    Okay, if anyone actually takes the time to read my humble blog, please just leave me a small review or feedback. Every interaction counts on this blog, and I would greatly appreciate it as well. 

SIDENOTE : I am definitely switching internet providers because I need real WIFI (using my laptop mobile spot is just not enough ) & they're changing my billing rate anyways so what is the point of paying more money for less service capability. I miss my techy contact, but I hope he is doing okay. 

    Alright, here's one inside scoop: long time ago when I was about 7 years old, I stole money from my dad's "girlfriend" while he was still married to my mom. My dad told me that was inappropriate and took the money from me, but I am pretty sure he never gave it back to her either way. I knew it was wrong, but I just hated her so much for trying to pretend to be my "stepmom". I grew up being mischievous and now I am glad I am a new person in Christ Jesus (not perfect, but definitely not a thief with hatred) Kids SMH 

Thank you for reading !!!Like and Share Pretty please 

Xoxoxo, 

Ana :)

 

Dee N A mystery here I come

     Good Afternoon Beautiful bloggers and readers!!! I just want to apologize for keeping you waiting  anxiously for my new blog post. I know the few readers that take their time to read my posts are always so thrilled after I post. On Saturday evening, I laid down on my bed to watch some local TV (because I don't pay for cable ) and there was this very interesting documentary about DNA testing. 

    I have watched other episodes on this new technology called Genetic Genealogy on one of my favorite shows 20/20 on ABC network. Cece (the genetic genealogist) has been able to assist in cold cases to track down the criminals in recent years. Her work is just phenomenal in how much she dives into the family trees to track down the DNA links. It is such a reward to be able to link long lost relatives through DNA testing and I have been thinking about adding my DNA to the pool of databases in hopes I too might find my other half siblings. 

    Unfortunately, my father's irresponsibility has led him to foster or just genetically produce offspring for quiet some time. He was never a sperm donor that I know of, but he just never kept his pants on for much time; in other words he slept around mostly while being drunk and impregnating women left and right. I mean no disrespect to my father; however, as one of his many biological children, I too am impacted by his actions. My mother always tells me to get DNA tested before I get married just in case. Apart from that very realistic reasoning-- I want to meet my half siblings. I long for that one on one encounter to be able to make them a part of my life. We share DNA, but to me it's so much more than that -- I want to be able to spend time with them. 

    Most of them are probably residing in Colombia my birth place, but then again people migrate and move from one country to the other in their lifetime. Just look at me, I was born there but ended residing in the states for the rest of my life. One day I remember having such a vivid dream about meeting one of my older brothers and his kids. In that dream, I felt so happy to be embraced by my big brother with a hug and to know that I could meet my nephews. It would be an honor to be linked to my half siblings and be able to give them my sincere love and kindness. To be able to finally have that part of my life unraveled and the mystery to end. I want to let them know ever since I found out about their existence it made me wish I could meet them. As an adult, I have learned to appreciate having a family that much more and it is for this reason I want to complete my family tree with my half siblings. 

    If you know there is someone out there who exists, but you don't know where to begin looking for them --I suggest to try the DNA testing and give yourself the opportunity to find them. I plan to order my kit and begin my own journey soon enough. I pray something beautiful and wonderful comes from this adventure and I am introduced to my half siblings. Perhaps, even meet second cousins at least too!!! I struggle with the idea of ever having a family of my own given how men have treated me in the past, but I also can't deny how much I still desire/hope it might still come true before I am 35. I do not want to be an old mom and being married without kids to me isn't a true family. I understand some couples do not want kids, but at least by fostering one or two you'd be helping someone in need. I see married couples without kids as partially being selfish, because you have more than enough to be a helping hand -- so why not! It makes me so upset that most of them also have some kind of pet instead too. So you are telling me that you don't want any responsibilities or don't want the burden of expenditures; yet, you have a pet that eats daily and requires regular medical upkeep like visiting the vet. 

    Anyways, I just have the heart of gold and I want to be helpful 24/7 to everyone I come across. People would rather adopt a pet versus an actual human being who has a soul and mind. Pets just die and no they do not go to heaven or hell -- they just disappear back into dust. I am not promoting animal cruelty, but people need to get their priorities straight -- humans are more important than pets. Now, back to the theme of this post about genealogy, I encourage more people to join the database so we can a) help find our own relatives or b) help solve criminal cases by tracking down second cousins. Ultimately, everyone has a choice to make in life, and I only hope one of those many decisions is swabbing your cheeks to provide your DNA. 

    Privacy about your records: should not be the factor that deviates you away from participating in the genetic pool currently helping so many people. If you have nothing to fear as far as crimes go, then I once again kick you in the butt and tell you to go ahead with DNA testing. (A very friendly and gentle kick to push you forward in motivation) 

    As always it has been a joy to blog about my inner brain workings aka my thoughts/ideas/opinions with you all. I know not everyone agrees with me or my POVs but I think you can always get something positive out of everything I say. Remember, when you  are feeling the blues and want to give up on life -- THERE IS HOPE WHILE THERE IS LIFE!!! Nobody is perfect, and no matter how much you screwed up God's Grace can redeem you from it all and provide a fresh start. Begin to love yourself wherever you are in life and allow God to pour in His love to change your life around for the better. 

Thank you for reading my humble blog!!! As always feedback is encouraged and welcomed!! For more content on me just use #amilikey on all your social media.

-XOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXO, 

___ Ana :)

  

 

Progress is possible with one key

 Good Afternoon Bloggers, 

    I am pleased to come to you today with new motivation and inspiration. In January, I was able to achieve a goal I thought seemed almost impossible a few months back. All throughout my lifetime I had struggled with the labor force acquisition, and it wasn't until this past summer I acquired full-time employment once again in the medical arena I was seeking. So with that in mind, I successfully completed my 6 - months work anniversary that to me meant the world. Previously,  I had only been able to maintain my past jobs  for about three to four months due to unwavering circumstances. 

    I went to the local grocery store and bought me a big chocolate cake to celebrate my benchmark with my family. It has not been easy to maintain the motivation and drive to work at this one location for that long of a time, because let's be real (being short staffed is not the environment anyone wants to be a part of ever) one person cannot physically do the job of multiple people all at once. However, the reward I receive with daily patient gratitude and monetary salary compensation keeps me going. Let me make sure that last statement is clearly understood: a) some patients see the excellent customer service I provide to them and thank me sincerely for helping them out; b) my company pays well in terms of salary wage (and because we are short staffed I always end up doing overtime which converts into more money per paycheck for me). 

    On that high note, I was recently considered for a new and upcoming position that is recently being created as the company continues to grow and expand. Honestly, there is no absolute guarantee that I will be the last candidate selected for this new role, but just the consideration alone brings about some validation for all the hard work I put forth each and every day. On a more personal note, moms are always right unfortunately, (Major Lol) because from an early age my mom recommended me to choose a career in healthcare like becoming a nurse. I , as a immature teenager, kept telling her she was out of her mind if she thought I was going to keep spending more time in a hospital after all the years I had already done as a patient myself. My arrogance to want to prove to people I was smart and talented enough to be an architect blurred my vision to my true calling. 

    In my mind, I just saw becoming a nurse as being in a hospital all the time and I didn't want that for my future at all. I was missing the whole point of being a nurse - which should be patient advocacy and the love for treating patients. Once I was denied entrance into the master's program at USF, I diverted my attention to pursue urban planning through my bachelor's degree in geography. Unfortunately, without the basics of having a regular job or a car made going to college more complex for me personally. Whenever there was an outing for curricular activities outside the classroom it almost seemed like I was automatically disqualified and it felt horrible each and every time. This not only hindered me academically, but on a emotional level too. At this point, I was determined to seek a new avenue that would help me become employed for sure. I started working at the local hospital in housekeeping while obtaining my certificate for medical office administration. 

    My journey was going to school full-time during the day and working the afternoon shift at the hospital. It was here that I discovered my true calling and passion for a career in the medical field. Every day I would greet patients in their hospital bed and I would provide just the basic assistance like bringing them extra towels, socks, cups, etc. I genuinely could relate to all the patients regardless of their medical diagnosis, because I knew what it meant to be an inpatient for so many reasons even ER visits. The supervisors could just tell I had that patient advocacy and always assigned me the areas of retouch-up so I could interact with the patients in order to bring up our scores. Next, I began my externship at a pediatric neurology clinic where I kept interacting with patients and learning more about the administrative side of the medical field. 

    So, in short - I love being able to a) feel the sense of usefulness that had been denied to me for so long; b) assist the patients in all their medical inquiries from an administrative position; c) relate to the patients in their medical need. All in all, I will continue to learn, grow, and give my very best to the patients and cliental we serve. I hope this blog inspires and motivates others to never give up on making progress in life even as small as a six-months work anniversary. The one key to progress will always be: perseverance!!!!! Yes, sometimes you feel underappreciated and not valued for the great work you provide not just at work but at home or with friends; however, do not forget that you matter and what you bring to the table has an impact on your social peers. In other words, take courage enough not to give up when things are tough and uncomfortable in any situation, because in due season you too shall reap the reward for all the good you do. As always, I appreciate the few views on this post and give my friendly reminder that you are not a mistake from broken condom or a mistake in general. Regardless of your upbringing and your struggles, let God the giver of life change your life into a meaningful and purpose filled life. 

Xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo, 

Love Ana :)

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